Every time I think about you,
I wish I could talk to you.
I wish I could call you,
Or text you,
Just to see how you are.
What are you up to?
How's your life?

I'll never know.

Do you still think about me?
Do you hate me?
Are you still annoyed with me?
Are you willing to still be friends?

I guess I'll never know.

What would happen if I spoke to you?
Would you ignore me?
Talk back, but not be happy about it?
Talk back because you want to?

I suppose I'll never know.

Do you ever miss me?
Do you think of me with a smile on your face?
Rather than a frown?
Do even remember my face?
Do you keep our memory?

I will just never know.

I'll never know,
Until I try,
To talk to you,
And see for myself.