we sat by ourselves, still looking for company;
there could have been peace, but that eluded me -
all i could think of was what was on my mind.
you tried to be kind,
but i blocked your feelings.
now, senses still reeling, you sit in your quiet room and cry.
you tried to make me one,
but i always hide when there's a glimpse of sun.
running along in sunlight meadows,
your eyes were never more than half-closed:
through fluttering lashes, you watched me watching you.
i tried to be true
to the way that you thought i ought to be
but, in spite of all my efforts,
i failed.
i tried to make you see
but your eyes are blind to all but the bad in me.
what do you think i mean
when i say that i need you?
how am i supposed to seem
when we hit another problem
and the answers are all torn from my book?
our lives are on paths we just can't control;
we can grow closer as we get old.
can you imagine us as we adjust?
can you imagine us
getting near eighty;
we live more sedately,
still hoping the dreams will come true?
we'll try to be secure.
but i'm of uncertain mind
and how can i be sure?
how can i be sure? |