The Girl

She was someone you've always wanted. But you just can't seem to finish what you started. And you never let someone like this get to you like she did. You didn't mean to lead her on, no not like this. So what now, what now? You play the melodies that call out her wrongs. It's the wishful thinking. Tongues tied and empty mind, no longer are you able to speak. You bid farewells oh was it so ever so silent.