Maybe, Maybe, Maybe

by fakingeverything   Aug 26, 2011


The street lights follow my every step.
As I walk down a path full of hate.
The sidewalk is leading me straight to you,
As I whisper to myself that this is my fate.
My feet seem to slow
And my heart seems to race
I don't know if I can do this,
I don't know if I can see your face.
Memories fly through my head,
Like a plane flying through the sky.
Tears start to stream down my face,
As I realize that maybe this isn't right.
Maybe this isn't my fate
And maybe this is completely wrong.
And maybe I'm a little too drunk,
To even know what's going on.
I can't seem to think straight, my mind is fuzzed,
As I see you walk out your door.
I see her too and I walk away,
Because I know you don't want me anymore...

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