God no.
The emotion, He won’t show.
I’ve given Him everything, including my heart
But He still refuses, it tears me apart.

I promised I would not beg, that I’d stay away,
But I knew that it wouldn’t stay that way.
It was too hard, there were too many emotions,
I couldn’t help it: my ‘magination, it runs
Wild and free, it knows ev’rything of my heart,
Betraying my soul, the sweet and the tart.

But with all of my luck, what is this, a curse?
When I thought it was all bad, it just got worse.
I can tell He’s not happy, but He says not a word,
Just sits there, all alone in His own little world.

Maybe, just once, I’ll see His warm smile,
And that right there would make it worth while.
But then there’s the memory of the days all long gone,
The memory of what could have, what should have, all gone.

I can never be happy, no never again,
He was my foundation, support in the rain.
I stay here crying, why does this happen to me?
Does God just not like me, does love come with a fee?

This was supposed to be it, all seeming to fit,
Then Destiny came and shredded it all to bits.
He filled the gapping hole that stayed in my soul,
But it wasn’t meant to be, I still have that hole.

Maybe I’ll find someone else, someone brand new,
And hopefully he’ll find somebody too.
I know I’ll always remember the good times we had
Even if they were few between the ones that were bad.

It was all paradise to me, just looking at Him
He was something to me, but I was nothing to Him.
There was miscommunication, it was no one’s fault,
Everything that was spoken taken with a small grain of salt.

I sit here writing this, ready to give up on love,
Then the phone rings, He’s been given a shove
From our good friend Sean, though shy that He is,
He called me to talk, said we just couldn’t fizz.

Other people do, he said, it doesn’t work out
But us, we’ll be different, we’ll take another route.
I was ecstatic, overjoyed at the sound of His voice,
It was what I wanted to hear, and it was all His choice.

I keep thinking, “What made Him come ‘round?
Was it something I said, some sight, some sound?
I’ve been waiting for so long, all alone, like a race.”
But then He smiles and it’s all answered, right there on His face.

Just like in love, roses have more than one thorn.
If this doesn’t work out, both He and I will mourn
The good times, the bad times, all the times in between,
But all through the times, on each other we could lean.