Unwritten End

It was late and you were wasted
I had fun and didn't care a bit
about what was and what it could mean
maybe I should have stopped
maybe I would have seen
maybe that's the way it should have been.

"An accident" we laughed and I turned red
because we kissed and to be honest it wasn't even good
but in the nights I can't stop thinking of you
can't stop dreaming of you and me in your bed
only to realize that this didn't happen
but hey it could.

And now we did it again
we made out and I only told my friends that it was strange
and that maybe I liked you
but what I kept to myself was the fear
of the pain that always comes with love
because I need you and you'r not here
of the thoughts that torment my dreams
because I'm not good enough
or so it seems.

This is a story with an unwritten end
I hope I'll be with you
but I fear I can't.