I've been thinking to myself and crying inside
about things gone by.
I used to think the half steps and missteps
hiccups and fuck-ups were all steps in the right direction.
But, are they if you don't know where you are or where you're going?
I've been crying inside
Because I've been lying to myself about dying inside.
A stoic facade, but I wish these damn tears would dry up
or at least change their reason for being.
I've been trying to do things undone
say things unsaid and keep promises unkept.
Baby, I promise those words were never lies
they were the truth deferred.
I've been thinking about the man I am,
but not crying becaus