It's sad that the love that I cherish the most is slowly drifting away. The in-between moments of silence, the lackadaisical text messages and the unreplied "I love you's" all contributed to this measly meandering.
It is unspoken, that's why its sad. And now I want nothing else to do but talk to you and hope that you'd comfort me.
You have made me happy, the happiest I could ever be, the happiest I've ever been.And now I wonder what I'll be if ever you decide to go.
You'll find a million ME's Babe, a multitude of crazy boys willing to give you everything if they could. But I'll never find another you.
Don't fret. I'm sorry if I scare you with my overly emo blabberings but there's just a multitude of thoughts I can never really say to you. I'm a coward. And the last thing I want you to do is leave me because you think I'm a psycho of some sort.
But I guess I get too overly emotional. And maybe you're just bored. And sleepy.