I wrote a song in May (26, 2012)

I've tried to force the feeling, but the feelings didn't come.
Still you mean the world to me, and I wish you were the one.
But you couldn't know, you couldn't see, how hard I tried to make it you and me; you didn't know. . .

-and I know how much I've hurt you. I can never take it back.
I never thought that I'd desert. You deserve much more than that.
-and I didn't know, about what I'd see; the stranger looking through the mirror at me- some one I don't know. . .

So I don't try to give you any reasons, 'cause nothing seems to measure up.
-and I'd only disappoint you with possible excuses I'd make up.

I didn't know how much I'd miss you; and all the questions left behind.
Have you found what you've been searching for: what I just can't seem to find.
I had it in my hands- let it slip away. Now it's lost three thousand miles away. I had it in my hands.

I don't try to give you any reasons; 'cause nothing's gonna make it up.
-and you could only disappoint me, with all of my excuses you'd bring up.