The Past

Every night before I sleep,
Something deep within begins to creep.
Unknown feeling swells from inside,
That will soon show my real side.

I stare at my ceiling and realize the past,
Of what I wanted and why it didn't last.

This feeling isn't of anger nor despair,
But a feeling about that which I care.
I see that empty place in the middle,
It hurts so much, not just a little.

I stare at my ceiling and realize the past,
Of what I wanted and why it didn't last.

For I once care so much,
Never again will I will miss your touch.
Your beauty will fade away in my mind,
But soon another's I will find.

I stare at my ceiling and realize the past,
Of what I wanted and why it didn't last.

Back to the feeling unknown,
Slowly and surely it has grown.
It causes tears to form and fall,
Why, honestly, I don't know at all.

I stare at my ceiling and realize the past,
Of what I wanted and why it didn't last.

I tried so hard to give what I could,
Could it have been more, it should.
Do I regret it now, not really, not at the least,
For some things are only considered a tease

I stare at my ceiling and realize the past,
Of what I wanted and why it didn't last.

Why does this feeling haunt me so?
Not of being glad, happy, joyful, but of being low.
Could I have changed my ways I would have,
Cause more joy, more happiness, more laughs.

I stare at my ceiling and realize the past,
Of what I wanted and why it didn't last.

Someone tell me what this feeling is please,
Before too long and it slowly leaves.
Too late, its all gone, never to return,
I can remember that feeling, tis feeling I yearn.

I stare at my ceiling and realize the past,
Of what I wanted and why it didn't last.