magic2

Nothing hurts more than a noncommittal attitude.
'cause I can't find any traces of love.
Don't know when to go further,
and when to let go. 
I can't even bring myself to open my arms.
I have to stop here.
After all nothing can go
Beyond a friendship
yet short of a true love.
Rain clouds loom ahead in the distance
I wonder if I am going to cry.
Who is too sentimental, you or me?
I am not convinced,
and start to doubt
whether the man before my eyes
is the true self you used to be?