I wonder if you think about me, how many times your beautiful mind brushes the idea of mine.
I think about The Times we spent laughing over things no one else would understand, talking to each other about things no one else got.
I wonder where your mind goes when you're drifting off to sleep, do you think of what we could have been or what we could still be. I want you more than ever now, I can hardly sleep. But I know that I can never have you.