Why...

If there is a chance
I would like to have you close to me
If there is a chance
I would want to stand as tall as you
Walk the same road you choose

But those chances are block
With the ego I have
The steps I want to take
Block the way between us
Making both of us chasing a dream

Why was I like this before?
With the feelings being cut off
Why did I set my goal as that?
Making my distance further away from you

How much I reach out my hands to you
Nearly I touch your back
But I never did
So close in having that touch

But that chance is gone
Leaving a mark of scar on me
Taking all the strength to hold myself down
Stopping myself from reaching out to you