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Out of my hands, out of my reach you have flown.
You still care, you're still there, but you have others.
I watch you go hand in hand with another.
My dreams and fantasies fly across the lake into the trees.
I watch you as you tell me you love me.
I know you mean well, but if only you knew.
If only you knew how I feel,
And oh, how I wish I could tell you how I feel.
But there is no hope for it,
No chance for it.
Nothing to be hoped from it now...
Let us be friends if we must.
But I'll be waiting for the chance.
Waiting anxiously for the chance to be...
To be...

Just ranting whatever comes to mind...

~Rusty