Dear you,

I think I liked you too much than I would care to admit.

I kept saying that this need to talk to you is just so you could see what you're missing. But I know that's not true at all, I know there's that glimmer of hope that hearing from me would change your mind.

I hate this dance grown ups play to test the water, one person's foot always gets stepped on, one way or the other.

Perhaps this is the last time I'll write about it.
Perhaps I won't care anymore
Perhaps tomorrow I'll forget
Perhaps I would finally move on

I've grown very tired of these games people play
I just want to throw the towel in, tap out from this game

Sitting by the sideline, waiting for you
Waiting for you