Not about who you think.

Probably thought he didn't need to say,
Probably though it wasn't about the words
The solution to our problem was simple,
If he felt it, he would say it.
He's not like that in some ways,
Yet, it's just so typical, so predictable
For a man, a boy i should say,
To lose what was most valuable to him
All because he couldn't say it.
Too stupid, too cockey, too brave,
Not even brave enough to say to who he knows best
About what he knows best.
He let me leave.
He let me go.
He lost me.
All because he couldn't say it.
It makes me wonder if my love
Wasn't good enough?
Didn't give enough?
Wasn't what he wanted.
I wasn't what he wanted.
I wasn't what he needed.
What he needed to say it.
What he needed to feel it.