That's all I could think about, the "what if"s
what if you still loved me?
what if you still cared?
what if we were still together?
what if ... what if ... what if ...

After years of these haunting thoughts, I may never know the answer
But strangely enough, the what ifs turned into thank Gods
thank God you stopped loving me
thank God you stopped caring
thank God we're still not together

Because a flower can never grow in the suffocation of weeds
A flower must survive the storm before she can see her true beauty