It was always so difficult, to be in love with you.
My worry and fears were strong, maybe you felt it too.
The feelings went sour long before, you finally said goodbye.
Maybe all I did was hurt myself, and I thought that I could hide.
I used to blame myself, for making you let me go.
I'd tell myself you tried, but my answer was always no.
Thoughts of you would creep in, and my eyes start to water.
Maybe I should have said yes, maybe it would have worked out.
Deep down, I knew the demons I fight would pull me down, I'd hate it.
But I guess I loved you more, 'cause if you did, you would have waited.