I want to be touched by you again,
I want to feel your fingers against my skin.
I want to feel loved again, just once.

I want to tell you all the things I'm scared to say,
I want to tell you I love you.
But this would be a lie,
We weren't in love,
You saw me as an object, nothing more.

We don't talk anymore,
It's probably better this way,
But as I sit here wondering..
Should I have let you get so close?
Should I have let myself listen to the words you whispered?

It's in the past, that's what you all say,
But this pit of guilt inside my stomach has not left,
It follows me like a cloud...