It hit me on my walk home tonight
That I’m chasing a ghost of who
I would like you to be
But not how you are
I’m chasing a hope of potential
And not the reality that is you now
And while Love is worth taking a risk on
I worry the risk and reward won’t match
That you have such a hard bar to jump
Over the bar I set
That you’ll never reach it
I don’t know if anyone could
For I put expectations on you
That you are not aware ever existed
No wonder you disappoint me.
You never had a chance.