I wanted it to be you.
I really did.
It was kind of hard for me to make sense.
How could someone that I wanted so bad, Be the one person who makes me this crazy and mad?
I wanted you.
Just you.
This weird crazy broken version of you.
But I ended up with someone else instead.
Is it bad that I still think of you?
The person you are now.
But I’m happy with the person I am and all the sound.
Am I cheating, leading on?
Because I continue to think of you?
My friends tell me you never get over your first love.
But you weren’t, you were never my first love.
I don’t think I could even call you my love.
Do you think of me?
Of the past and the memories?
Can I even remember us being happy and nice?
No, I don't think so.
Because all I remember is you.
And I fell in love with that idea of you.