Was it wasted time?
How do I say I’m fine
once you’ve taken mine
before you walked away?
Did you have to go?
Should I have known?
We were walking slow
before you stopped it there.
Maybe I should’ve asked more questions along the way
but I was skipping around, naive as always
when all the god-given doubts were sent down to me.
Maybe I was happy I was no longer alone;
blinded ’cause I was not afraid anymore.
Maybe I didn’t know how to break through your walls.
I just stood and waited outside your door,
but baby, I was happy.
An innocent crime
in a devastating time —
where us people
are so replaceable.
Was it driven by fear?
Did it steer your wheel?
Nothing’s ever clear,
but it hurts in here
where my tears reside.
I wanted to give you the love I never received
and I would’ve waited to see your heart heal,
but not if you hurt me.
I need mine to keep yours clean.