"Trust in me."
Don't say sorry.
Because you helped me.
We are far apart, but we're still connected.
We have our problems yet we're there for each other.
And there was no doubt that our help benefited each of us.
So don't say sorry.
You'll make me sad.
I'm not crying, I'm not breaking.
I know you'll be there for me, though not at the right time,
But nevertheless you're there and you put me at ease.
You're not in the past because we're in the present.
We will be in the future and we must meet.
If we met once, we'll meet again.
And I refuse to let go of the bond we have.
We're playing a love game and the game of life.
Without you I wouldn't be able to roll the dice.
I'm too dependent on you and I don't want to.
But you hold out your hand, expecting me to take it.
And I'll take it every chance I get because I'm weak and I need help.
But you'll never tell me to 'Piss off!'
And I cry, I only cry because I'm filled with guilt.
The guilt of relying on you too much even when it's not necessary.
When I look up at the sky and ponder alone,
I know you'll ask me, 'What's wrong?'
If I didn't tell you then you'd persistently ask me for the answer.
So I tell you a bit, leading to everything.
It was always me who gets help for every single thing.
But it's never me who gives the help you need.
I should say sorry. I should hold out my hand.
Am I helping you enough?
I know you'll tell me it's enough. I know you'll tell me I shouldn't worry.
But that makes me more concerned. That makes me more concerned.
This is for you, you and you.
So that you know that I love you loads.
Even though there are days when I don't tell you much,
Even though there will be days when I'll be distant,
Just so that you don't feel guilty (because you really did nothing wrong),
Just to let you know, I love you for everything.
Even though you didn't help me yet,
I know you will help me later.
So please don't say sorry.
Don't let go of our hands.


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