Walking

Walking on a grassy field,
Flowers all around.
The trees are filled with thousend birds,
Not one that makes a sound.
While im walking here,
there is one thing on my mind.
How hard i wanna tell you,
but the words are hard to find.
I think of you, almost every day,
And i really try not to,
in each and every way.
If you really dont want me,
then i could say goodbye.
But how can u know i cant make u happy,
if u wont even let me try?
I know its wrong to say, but its something i have to do.
I know it doesnt make any sense,
but i wanna be with you