I hope there is some guilt
I hope this not from a bad place
I hope you can understand and appreciate what it is you had and what it is you've lost and what it is you've gained
I hope you understand there's a person hurt
I hope you understand that it wasn't the wrong choice

I hope for your happiness
I hope for a life for you
I hope for some reason
He's the life
I made promise to

But my stomach will pit
At knowing your bliss
A now long awakened passion
On some long pronounced kiss

I question as a man
If this is who I should be
To want your desires, made true
Sometimes feeling at the expense of me.

To make lofty your pedestal
In spite of this choice
To ache heavily in envy
And not stifle, but hear your voice.

It's a long dormant kind of love
When despite its hurt
They're always the one you want to put above.

Sometimes I wonder if I still get thought about, I mean, I know I must.

I wonder, when you can't sleep, to whom and when your thoughts do creep.

I don't want to be that place in the back of your mind.
That numbs you to your new love, because what you had loved
Is left behind.