How it's meant to be.

I don't want to have to stock you, but you make it kind of hard.
I just want to stand beside you, but for that you are too far.
It's hard for me to find words to say, that won't ruin all that's left.
It's hard for me to look at you, I forgot how much it meant.
it's like you are a part of me and now with you away.
My words are less inspiring, and I have so much less to say.
I'm still curious, however, to see how things work out.
And as the time keeps ticking, I will resist the urge to shout.
Anger builds up within me, it's so much harder here with you.
But you could say that I'm an expert, and I know just what to do.
This isn't the first time I've dealt with how you make me feel,
and I just have to remember, that at once some things were real.
I'm stronger each time you touch me, and I am weaker each time you leave.
But something inside me tells me, this is how it's meant to be.