So, here we are,
three months later,
and you still refuse to,
look me in the eye...

So, this is us,
the 'everything' we had,
becomes nothing,
and we're estranged...

So, my vain attempts,
for us to carry on
as friends, just
cast aside and forgotten...

So, is this what Love is?
It was there when I was,
but disappeared the minute
that I got scared and backed away?

So, if I were to tell you,
what really happened,
would you understand,
and want us to be friends?

You know, even if you did,
I'm not so sure I'd want that,
for you to 'take me back',
when it was you who pushed me out.

I'm not so sure, that when
you decide I'm good enough,
I'll want to 'reach your standards'
when I've always got my own...