You were that which I could see, but not hold.
The one for whom, I always worried.
You were that which I wish to be, but never told.
The one for whom, I always hurried.
Summer had brought me to you.
I told myself that it couldn't be,
That I would only hurt another.
I told myself that I didn't need,
to complicate each other.
Autumn had brought us closer.
When your heart broke, so did mine.
Oh, the pain I felt for you.
Though, your eyes were so always kind.
There was nothing you wanted me to do.
Winter made me say goodbye.
I never told you how I felt.
I knew that I shouldn't.
I wanted to change the hand I'd been dealt.
Even though I knew I couldn't.
Spring will be heartache.
...I should have told you, I love you.