I've made mistakes.
I've hurt myself over you.
You wanted to be friends, I wanted to be more.
Now I wish I could be your friend.

I have it all in a glass jar.
My whole past.
Laughter, tears, joys, fears.
I have moved on.
My past is bottled, but will always be with me.

How is it that you're so right for me, yet i'm so wrong for you?

He never could've given me this feeling you've blessed me with.

I don't want to be a part of this.
Fear, trouble, unacceptance.
You're what brings me to it.
But for some reason, a part of me wants desparetly to be a part of you.
And that is my deepest fear.

Won't you ever let go of his heart? So he can turn and give it to me. You've had your chance in his life. You've played a part. Now let him free. Because this is hurting me.