I often wonder do you think of me like I think of you, dare I say it, do you ever miss me like I miss you, and if you do, if it’s true either way I’m so deeply sorry for what I’ve done to you
I don’t want to die but there are days I don’t want to live be brave they say It’s just a belief which I find In some way a complete lie but it gives me hope some type of relief
you are a star that’s about to die out, a flame which has lost its heat, my child’s toy that can’t be found; yes, you are all of these but please, let me sleep so I can see you still wondering deep in my dreams