June 13, 1998 |
| Sometimes... I find Myself, Staring at your picture. I wonder if I'd still recognize you, I wonder. Sometimes... I hear your voice When there's Nobody around. I almost hear you say "I love you," But you don't. Sometimes... I read old letters And remember how Love felt. Was it true love that lasts forever? Or not? Sometimes... I wish I knew Why you hate me. You hang up at the sound of my voice, Because? Sometimes... I guess I miss you. It doesn't matter that it's been Three years. Still, I really try to forget All the mental pictures, But I can't. Why?! Why does it have to be This way? Don't you ever wonder What it would be like, If We Were still Us? If "I love you" meant more than, "That's just how I feel right now." Can't we even be Friends? There are So Many Questions, With a million less answers. Cecilia... Cecilia, it's just that Sometimes... I guess I really do miss you, And unlike you I'll admit that, I still do love you. But what can I do? I know I'll just Have to accept it and Move On. It's just that, Sometimes... I wonder. |
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