All I can think about is you and me,
and how we, used to be “we”.
Sometimes I just go back to the day,
when you made your way,
into my life.
All I could imagine is being your girl,
being your world.
You were everything to me,
and then I woke up one day,
to realize it was just a pipe dream.
You were more into her
than you were ever into me.
I don’t know if I was dreaming it all,
But it feels like one big bad dream.
You are not who you used to be.
Probably because we, aren’t “we”.