I never knew where I stood with you;
I wonder if you didn’t know the same.
Sometimes I remember how
I walked across that stage and our eyes met
Just before I was able
To forget your name.
I never told you that I loved you;
You never told me either.
Instead, those three words
Pressed themselves into our skin,
Left us in a daze,
And turned me into a dreamer.
I never thought that you would turn out this way;
You couldn’t imagine being a little ****** like me.
Do tell, old lover,
Do you know what it's like
To step out of the shadows
And be free?
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 2:59 AM UTC
I never knew where I stood with you;
I wonder if you didn’t know the same.
Sometimes I remember how
I walked across that stage and our eyes met
Just before I was able
To forget your name.
I never told you that I loved you;
You never told me either.
Instead, those three words
Pressed themselves into our skin,
Left us in a daze,
And turned me into a dreamer.
I never thought that you would turn out this way;
You couldn’t imagine being a little ****** like me.
Do tell, old lover,
Do you know what it's like
To step out of the shadows
And be free?
