Right person, wrong timingâ
How I wondered, why I held on,
Why I blamed myself for not letting go.
Broken self-esteem, bruised ego, shattered pride.
There was so much I needed to say,
Yet I clung to a belief,
Naive, foolish, thinking forever was real.
The signs were there,
But I ignored them, hoping.
"I couldn't trust you," I knew,
Still, I thought, "He'll come around."
I cried, I prayed, I hoped,
Right person, wrong timing.
If delusion had a face, it would be mine.
"You're the one for me," I believed,
Blind to the truthâ
You just wanted a plaything.
When I finally let go,
I saw your true colors,
A heart masked in deception,
Not the forever I imagined.
I was torn apart,
Like prey in the jaws of a hunter.
I cried, I hurt, I was bitter.
Right person, wrong timingâ
I believed those words like air.
Until I finally found me.
I am caring, patient, lovable.
The hatred I held for myselfâgone.
I am free, no longer bound
By a dream that was never mine.