I wrote a song in May

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