I don’t have much free time nowadays.
But when I do, when I find myself staring at the night sky
I wonder if you still think about me, as much as I think about you.
Love is in the air
Despite the cold winter tones.
Memories and feelings people share
Without reading underlying tones.
But you and I had something different
Something else, something real.
Is this right?
Is this how love is meant to feel?
I was happy, and you were satisfied.
Or so I thought.
Oh how I lied.
Because you left, picked someone else
And left me alone, just me, all by myself.
Silently screaming, crying, begging for help.
Years passed, and days became hours
And I came to love winter rains, and summer showers.
But now things are different, and so are you.
People change, that’s nothing new.
I’m happy now, so why aren’t you?
And when I spoke, you ran on cue.
Now I’m alone, that’s it, we’re through.
And still I wonder
Do you think about me?
As much as I think about you?
