How I wish to be within your arms. How I wish to hear your voice. How I wish that you were here. How I wish I had a choice. Wanting so much from me, yet holding so much back. You beg for me to tell you of all the things you lack. And how I wish that I were you, or maybe just could see all the things you hold so tight; not wanting them to be taken away or known by those who might wound your heart. That's over now, you'll never come, it's been over from the start.