I could tell you I need you, really I could,
But we both know that won’t happen
Wouldn’t be the best thing,
It wouldn’t change you, wouldn’t change your heart,
But it would change me.
That kind of hurt always does,
And it would never be the same.
No, I don’t think I want to go down that road,
Play that game,
For to play with you is to lose.
I need you, and yes you know,
you know that I do.
I let myself need you, I took that chance
But to tell you is to lose you.
Is that sad,
For me, or for you?
Maybe both, maybe neither
Could it be that for us
this is the way
the way it is supposed to be?
Perhaps you are smarter than I think,
Perhaps, not as smart as I think.
I realize, I accept,
That we,
We will probably never know.