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A man once told me I could have anything I wanted.
Except him.
A man once told me I could make something with my life.
Without him.
A man once told me a lot of things.
But none of these things made much since.
He told me how I was better off with out him.
He told me I could be so great with out him.
He told me that my life could be everything I wanted it to be.
This man said a lot of things.
But this man failed to see.
He failed to see the love I had for him.
He failed to see the life I wanted with him.
He failed to see a lot of things.
So I went away.
I left this man and all his words.
I left in hopes of better worlds.
And finally this mans vision cleared.
He saw what he had had.
He saw what he no longer had.
He saw what he will never have.
He saw the love that I once had.
He saw it all.
But he saw it to late.
I loved this man for far to long.
But it did not matter till I was gone.
So now this man who's words were so strong has broken down to his knees.
And now this man try's to plead.
For now this man misses me.
And with me gone he finds it easy to say three three words that are way to late.
This man said a lot of things...
And in the end he is still talking...