I always knew it wouldn't be easy,
no girl alive truly know or sees me,
as the man that i am, not the man that i can,
the man right in front of her, not the soon to be man,
i always hope that you'll come back to get me,
we'll end up at the first place that she met me,
she'll try to say to much, i'll hush her quiet,
won't just think of kissing her, i'll actually try it,
i always knew i'd end up at the bottom again,
watching the sad ways that it all ends,
try to pin point the exact moment when,
you saw me as no more then a friend again,
i always hope that one day i'll wake up to see,
that living with such pain is a possibility,
instead of dying inside, getting used to being on my own,
which is why it's hard to reach me when i'm writing at home.