Some nights I can’t help but think about it. When I finally catch myself some silent moments. Some time away from all the chaos in my head. When I sit there and think about us. I see the storm that I just ran through with you, and how I can tell that its still raining.
You might tell me that…
You say you’re mad because you didn’t want me to leave
But did you ever take a look at what you did to me?
You were there, and close throughout physically
But did you really hold me close mentally?
I know we both say now that it wasn’t meant to be
But since the day we parted, you still…