Ironical how you perceive me...
May be things I did, said made you feel this way
May be I was afraid to say what I intended to
Just may be it was the yearning to get to you
If I came out as obsessed, it was an obsession without guile
May be I could have just stayed quite, waited for a while
May be I should have been a little dishonest
In saying what I said
Nothing saddens me more than how you perceive me..
Albeit time has made me weak enough to accept things beyond my control
In another time I would have fought back, reasoned, questioned or shown my anger
But as you say somethings are better left unsaid and I agree
Though do not agree on how you perceive me...
Life for both is rather empty as things stand
We had a common spirit, a bond and a common friend
However you perceive me, this will never die
I may or may not get another chance to say anything
But the times, destiny and truth manifest their true color
However one may not want to see
Hope they change the way you perceive me...