Once again my torch goes out. Another star fades away.
Another knife is twisted. My heart feels familiar pain.
The spring in my step is lost. The sparkle in my eye has gone.
Another weight drags me down. Yet again it’s time to mourn.
To mourn a love that never was, just another might have been.
Another fantasy in my head. Another pathetic dream.
A dream that was so out of reach. One that could never have come true.
For I am just little me, too lowly for the likes of you.
Yet still this didn’t stop me from hoping that we could be.
That we could make a life together; one that was happy and care-free.
But all too soon it disappeared. My dream got ripped in two.
For when I looked at you today, the truth it just shone through.
The battle scar upon your neck that was apparently made in love.
The uninterested look I got that said I wasn’t enough.
The change in your demeanour; the blankness of your stare.
It was all enough to tell me that you just didn’t care.
And that was when I felt the pain; the blow to my head and heart.
And I realised I was dreaming a dream of a love that will never start.
And I saw that I was once again wasting my precious time,
By investing my life in someone who wasn’t willing to invest in mine.