All I want
Is for you
To just say
Those magic words.

I know you wont
So am trying
To just move on
Just move on..

But something
Keeps me holding on
Holding on to you
Hanging by your words.

They may just be words
Just plain old words
But they phase me
They turn me around.

So here I am
Moving foreword
But looking back
Hopefully I don’t trip.

I know if I fall
You probably
Wont catch me
You may not be there.

Because to you
The words
Are probably just words
Nothing real.

And to you
Me moving foreword
Probably means nothing
Nothing at all.