for two years i was holding ur hand and moving towards a destination that both of us wanted.
In the midst of our journey ..my direction towards the destination changed and so did urs ....
we had to let go of each other ..now im heading towards my destination
i'm looking back and i can see u goin far far away down the path.
my hands reached for you but..
u didnt look back, ur head held high you moved forward.
i turned , looked ahead and with my head held high stepped my foot forward.
each step is taking me further away.
i am closing my eyes shut.. i'm not goin to cry
my chest hurts as if it had been stabbed
still im not going to cry
my hand still feels urs. now its empty. i tighten my fists holdin back the tears
m not going to cry. the path is lonelier, darker without u in it
m not going to cry ...i can say this many times ..only if u could see my tears streaming down my face then u will know how much i wish we could have followed the same path. the path where our journey started towards our destination
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