I miss the old days, the old looks , the old ways
I even miss the uncertain state of our "mays"
I miss it when you were there to stay
it's still the same I guess, nothing has changed
you roll your eyes the same way you did before
though it doesn't feel the same anymore
you will never know how it killed me the whole time there
thinking about you with your  soul far and your body near
and to pretend I haven't seen what I saw
because I don't want to believe I don't care to you and much as I thought
as much as I do care for you
just a little as much as I deserve
it all means nothing to you
when you pass me by, indifferent
it all means nothing to you,
never meant , never will
so I thought about you again in pain,
thinking " is this gonna be the last time ?"
I wish it is.