It's been a very long time
since I was typing at a computer thinking and even longer since I last heard this song.

I find myself thinking,
Overly about my future,
About our future
A future that may not exist.
I love you.
I love you
Repetition never really seemed important.
Repetition always seemed so powerful.

If I sing you songs of what is
will you remember what was?

I'm wounded
I'm wounded
By you
I'm hurt
by what you could never see
because for you
Self reflection is a step, too, far.
For now at least.
There will come a day
I think when you will look back
Maybe
A day that I'm no longer here.
Not dead.
Just not with you.
I can't spend my whole life waiting for you.
I won't,
So
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.

With repetition
Comes the loss of meaning