denial

i try to deny the fact that your memory doesnt haunt me

your face isnt the last one i see before i fall asleep

nor the first when i wake up

it seems as if every time i have the chance to tell you how i feel you push me further and further away

my emotions are pouring out of my soul almost as if i cannot stop the bleeding

they bleed through the walls of my defences i have built up for years

funny how thats all you asked of me

its undelieveable you say

but all i can say is that my intensions are far from evil

they are just the opposite

im nothing but an old cassette

outdated and almost extinct

there are bigger and better things now

this is the reason you cannot let me in

lets face it

im nothing but a might have been