Watching those teardrops drip down your face, I start to wonder if this is the place.
Did you mean for me to see this, your moment of weakness?
Should I slip away leave you hear to face your fears?
Or maybe I should go to you, in your moment of need like I feel I should.
Then and again sometimes these feelings aren't always right.
Technically most of the time their wrong, and I have to live with the fact that I hurt you again.
So my best choice is to stay hereā¦. Right?
How can I though?
It seems this is all I can do.
Sit here questioning my self and wondering if these questions will ever have answers.
Tentatively light steps are taken, the paleness of my skin glistening in the night's protective cover.
The forest surrounds us, and we both know that you shouldn't be here.
Hell, I shouldn't be here, but the reality of our situation is surrounding us, enclosing us in a place that once we arrive at, we'll never be able to return to.
But when we close our eyes we arrive a one conclusion. This isn't our fault.
How could it be?
If only's run through my mind but I realize that no matter what could have happened didn't and now we're stuck here in reality, here in the pouring rain.
