Wishful thinking is surprisingly time consuming.

I listened daily to all of your excuses
And every lie that slipped through your teeth.
I let everyone around me think things were perfect,
That I belonged to you, and you belonged to me.

You would compliment me up and down,
But you would never break down your wall.
You confused me more with every second,
Yet I sat around waiting for you to call.

You kept me at a miserable distance
As I fought so hard to get close.
You are deathly afraid of falling,
So you'd rather spend your nights alone.

I'm sick of pretending we were something
And nothing at the same time.
I wish you would get your story straight
So I can write the ending for mine.

Maybe we were hiding what we truly felt,
What we really wanted the most.
I think neither of us are willing to admit
That we didn't and still don't know.