If I never said I'm sorry, here it is now. If I never told you it was real, here it is now. If I never gave in to what I felt, it may not be here now. This little treasure may never be touched; too afraid of being worn, too afraid of getting lost. No, that's not it. The fear is gone. Maybe it's a shadow of doubt, dulling the shimmer in a lovers' eyes, or perhaps the mutiny cast be a lovers' crew; Maybe it was the thought that the end of the world began with you. Here's to the tears I knew I'd cry, the goodbye's I knew I'd have to say, the nights I knew I'd have to spend alone while you're always in my dreams. Maybe a hopeless romantic really is that; hopeless. Hopeless, teasing, untouchable; unforgettable. Is this me or you? If I ever had the courage then, it might be hiding now. If I ever had the energy then, it might be fading now. If I ever had the will to run, it might be stronger now. You jump, I jump; or will you catch? Step on the gas; put the top down, stereo blasting, hair up and smiling at everyone without a care in the world; except one. When will the soap opera end? When will your voice stop singng in my ear, when will mine stop singing in yours? What voice. What imaginitive, what image, what feeling, what life. How the hell'd we wind up like this? So dizzy, feel like I'm going in circles, looking to the stars to save me and there they haunt me, everywhere I turn there's a mirror reflecting it all back at me; is there no escaping this? Someday. Somday. For a girl who keeps getting thorny roses, maybe love will show up as a Tulip.