i was peaceful before i met you,
but i wasn't smiling.... or laughing.
i wasn't lonely before i met you,
but i wasn't hopeful, either.
i thought i heard a sound when you came around...
but maybe i was just hearing things,
like when you are expecting someone
and your ears are extra alert to every noise...
you think you hear a car pull in or a door close shut,
but no one's really there.
i want you here.... and i don't.
it's too much and it's too little.
they say the journey to joy and sorrow follow the same road.
i thought I was choosing joy.
now I'm unsure of the destination....
i guess all we can do is walk.