The best damn thing

I lost the best thing in my life because of pride.. 
Because I knew not of sharing. 
Cause I couldn't get over myself and space to be open to love. 
Now I see you with her and it kills me. 
All because I fucked up. 
Maybe this is what they mean about wanting something I can't have.

I want to reach out and say hi,

Start from the very beginning

Or maybe that is the problem
Maybe at the core of it all we are still the same  teenagers
Still jumping the fence and stealing kisses in hotel rooms

I want to disrupt your peace and make my presence felt
But how fair is that to you when I do not know whether its for you or for me
For me to feel if it was worth it or not
For you to not give up on me.

How late is too late anyway?
As I spend sleepless nights debating "Can you forgive me?"
"If this was a perfect world and I told you I loved you, would you love me back?"
I keep fighting this battles on my own cause, haven't we done this before?

I fcuked up and lost the one I loved because of pride...
Yet still imprisoned I wonder...
Is this silence worth it?
What is more pain if I am already hurting?
Maybe it is true,You don't always get what you want
Still knowing doesn't make it hurt any less