A Stanza Of Regret, To One Of Realisation

It doesn't matter what I do
It doesn't matter what I say
It doesn't mean anything
To be the one that saves the day.
I could fall for you, but I won't
The story's been left unwritten
So the author's who you choose to be,
The one that doesn't hope to be forgotten.

I could trip on my own desires
Fluttering on some dream of mine
Blinded by what I think is sight,
Seeing hearts reflected in lost time.
It could be a different world
In which we fear love and run,
But the day has come today to be
True to what we've been given.