So it ended before it began,
but I have no regrets nor sorrows..
It's as if I knew 
deep down my heart
that it never could be
like two rail tracks that'll never meet,
like the moon and the sun that'll never collide,
a mirage in the dunes, mistaken for the oasis for a while,
a book with only a prologue and an epilogue ,
with no chapters in between..
It's not that I don't care
or don't have a flare
It's just that I can't be
who you want me to be..
You'd always be my first love
but I'm letting you go
As I can't let go of myself
Even
 for
  YOU