The worst part 'bout writing
is that I have proof
of how I have felt
and what I once knew

I can not hide
from how in love
I thought I was
or else how in love
I thought you were

But now its so clear
there was no real love
cause you were not you
and I was not me
we just loved to
give love
we made each other
feel well

Which was easy,
100 miles apart
but together we saw
this was not right
from the start

Now it is
as it must be
I still love you,
I do
just not in the way
I thought I once knew