It's just so hard to keep on going

To look into the mirror and have to battle

With my thoughts, with my reflection,

Wanting you, only you, and knowing

That I've long passed that point of no return.

Fondly now, I run my fingers through my hair,

Remembering your touch and knowing it

Could have been so much more perfect,

Endlessly wanting to be yours, but resigning

Myself to weary defeat for the hundredth, the

Millionth time as I look behind me at the room,

At the life I've chosen, so together, yet so