Here I go climbing a mountain
It's much too high for me
And here I go crossing the ocean
Losing myself, getting lost in the sea
Where did I go wrong
When did I stop singing a love song
He lost me the minute he walked out the door, lost my gaze, lost my heartbreaking thoughts. I don't want him to leave, I even pleaded with him, but my pleas went unheard. Of course I didn't voice my pleas, nor did I voice my declaration of love. I was so sure he would tell me how much he loved me, regardless of what I said. Maybe I was wrong….
Maybe I was wrong
Maybe I was blind and could not see
Maybe you were never the one
Maybe you were not the one for me
Maybe
Oh john, why do you continue to hurt me so? I just want him to hold me, I always end up the in the low how. I never had a happy ending, never it in my entire life so far. Maybe if he just carried me off my feet just once, I'd be satisfied with the pain and trauma in my life. I just want him so bad it hurts and I feel that pain can only be cured by the touch of his hand on mine, his lips caressing my lips or just a warm hug. But he is gone now, driven out of my apartment by my hostility, my inability to open up to him. That was my last chance, the last shot, the last time.
Here I go posing a question
Not sure of what I'll hear
Here I go refusing to let you answer
Until I make myself so very clear
We can take what was wrong
We can end these words in a love song
When I think of all the words I should have said, I undoubtedly get an aching feeling as I flop onto my sofa, depressing over the thought as I reach for the TV remote, switching on the old TV set, watching as the images flicker to life before adjusting to a steady pattern. God I need to get this TV changed!!
The phone may ring, the door may bang but I'm still stuck in my little world, not a care when I reflect on what has happened and what I could have done to change it.
Maybe if we try
Maybe we can start again when we've already said good-bye
Maybe we can still be what we always dreamed that we could be
There's a slight knocking on my door but I ignore it. Don't I have the right to forget all that is happening? I wish that I could just bend down and pet a dog. It may sound strange but the comforting thought of stroking a soft animal, an animal that can't talk back, and an animal that would lookout for you regardless of what you've done. I need to get myself a dog…I remember Agent Scully spoke about her dog, a small animal, a little Pomeranian called Queequeg…
I finally get up to answer the door.
And I know that I was wrong to let you go
But I'm still holding on to let you know
I slowly trudge over to the wooden door, the knocking becoming more and more persistent. When I open the door, I can see John's stern face on the other side.
"Hey.." I barely breathe and he forces a smile.
"I forgot to tell you something Mon." he tells me and for a brief second I have no idea what he is talking about until it all comes rushing back.
"Ooh…" I coo and he smiles as he makes his way closer to me.
Maybe I was wrong
Maybe I was blind and could not see
Oh but baby I'll be strong
And I'll sacrifice the very breath I breathe
If I could only hear you say to me
When I ask you if you think you still love me
"I love you Monica Reyes!" he tells me once, then tells me again just to hear himself say it and I smile as he leans into to kiss me.
"I love you too John." I choke as he hugs me tightly.
Maybe I was wrong…
The song used is Maybe by Dana Glover, though the last line is altered from just Maybe to maybe I was wrong cos I wanted Monica to think she was wrong for thinking John didn't love her.
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