It’s hard to find the words.
And it might not be about you and me,
But sometimes I still see the future as it ought to be
The way you promised,
But now it has all been compromised.
You said forever,
What I’m getting now is a never.
But sometimes I still see you in my bed
Maybe because I can’t get you out of my head.
But now I know.
I know you’ve her.
And I hope it’s not just the wine,
But I still hope that someday you’ll give me a sign.
That it wasn’t all made up
But I really need some kind of follow-up.
Please answer me
I dare
But you seem not to care
It hurts so bad
I think I might be going mad.
Now I know it was after all not ought to be.
There is no longer a story of you and me.
But you are hard to forget
It’s like I’m paying for some former debt.
What did I do?
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 3:24 PM UTC