Sometimes i forget The good time we've had And other times i just forget it all. Like I was hit with a bust of amnesia
Were they not good times?, Was it my mind telling me.. He's just not the one?
Was it me forcing myself with you extracting the careful collection of the extrordinary enzyms to flow, eventhough the pores of them were stuck?
What am i doing? Im doubting myself Im doubting you.
Why cant i just learn to love you.. Maybe i do... idk Maybe i just dont fit with you Maybe the puzzle pieces of our past, present and future aren't matching up Like a two differnt puzzle games Is that all?
There isnt one happy thing I've written about you But the first happy thing I've written isnt involving you.
I just want to be happy.. Maybe it isnt right now Maybe its just not with you.