Close Enough - a song written in the Style Of Sabrina Carpenter

I was the girl you’d call at midnight

When the world got heavy on your chest
Always there to catch you, holding tight
But I was never more than second-best

You told me your secrets, I kept mine

Pretending that everything was fine
But the closer we got, the further I fell
Into a love you’d never feel as well

Now I’m standing on the edge, thinking maybe
If I change, if I stay, could you save me?
But I know deep down, it’s a losing game
Still, I’m caught in the flame

Close enough to touch, but too far to hold
Loving you was warm, but it left me cold
You took my heart but gave no reply
Left me here with questions and a tear in my eye
Oh, I was close enough to dream
But never close enough to be
What you needed, what you wanted
Close enough, but never haunted
By me, by me

I painted my world in shades of you
But you never saw the colours I drew
I was there every time you’d fall
But when I needed you, you wouldn’t call

Now I’m standing on the edge, thinking maybe
If I let go, could you still save me?
But I know deep down, it’s a losing fight
And I can’t make it right

I’ll take a step back, I’ll let you be
If you couldn’t love me, then set me free
I’ll find my own way, through the night
But I’ll never forget what it felt like…

To be close enough to touch, but too far to hold
Loving you was warm, but it left me cold
You took my heart but gave no reply
Left me here with questions and a tear in my eye
Oh, I was close enough to dream
But never close enough to be
What you needed, what you wanted
Close enough, but never haunted
By me, by me

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