I always try to reach you, but you're always so distant. I never stopped trying, I was so consistent. I want to have a choice, in deciding if I want your touch or to hear your voice. You're all I think about, but I doubt I'll give you another thought. We laughed, we loved and we fought. Being alone I'm so distraught. I value the lessons I've been taught. So wound up and what not. I don't want you to be someone I forgot.