Summary

I would have gone anywhere
and done anything
for a chance to talk to you.
That was years ago
– back when I used to think
chances were infinite.
Now I do what I can to catch a glimpse
as you walk past.

I think you’re avoiding me now.
The clock strikes 5
and I don’t see you by the bench
where we reconnected a few years ago.
I wish you understood
the pain of being avoided
for a simple glance.
Not a word nor an approach.
Not even a smile.
Maybe you knew my stomach turned
when our eyes locked.

Angst Of The Wayward

How many years have I wasted
trying to be someone else?
How many years have I wasted
wishing I had taken a chance?
I just want to change.

At what point did I become
the stranger in the mirror?
At what point did I become
what I tried so hard to avoid?
I just wanted to change.

But when I crossed that bridge
I tried not to look back.
And when I crossed that bridge
I burned it behind me.

I was never who I wanted to be
and I lost myself along the way.
I was never who I wanted to be
and now I know I never will.