Wistful

somewhere between maybe and together forever
the translation got lost,
and maybe the fault's all mine
but I thought I was pretty sure I understood 

as I stand here alone
in the midle of these abandoned plans
in this vacant place
where nothing makes sense,
and I'm running out of time
without even trying

sinking deeper into what will never be

I don't know how many more times I can bring myself to try
how many more dreams fade into nothingness
as they leave behind fragments of something
we once believed in,
or at least told ourselves
as we sat and ate lies

were they lies, really
or simply intentions without legs
hallucinations without hope
plans without scope 
or maybe delusions that never made it past noon

what does it matter now
as I am here,
filling with tears...