It's been five years
So why do I still wonder?
Why do I still stay up at night?
Why do I lie here and ponder
the possibility?
If it's been five years,
and you're happy now
and I am too, at least in some ways
So why do I still dream?
Is it obsession that draws me;
Is it the questions and what ifs;
Or is it more than honest motives?
Or is it just the aftermath of
How much you broke me
That it's been five years
Yet it still hurts.