mistaken

People laugh and people cry,
sometimes i often wonder why.
People live and people die,
i wonder if i couldnt cry.
You have moved on and so should I,
its all over and nothing left but to wonder why.
A heart left open willing to die,
not it has been closed with one tie.
That tie of which holds you to me,
I wonder if it will ever be.
I lie here under this wilted old treee,
just engaged in thought of what could be.
As i set here it became so obvious to me,
friends till the end we will always be.
I'm hoping that one day you will see,
thats what is was meant to be.
Rejection is the key,
thats what just happened to me.
I thought you were the one,
but i guess i was wrong.