You make yourself not love me,
And promise yourself you won't try,
But deep inside you want us to be,
And you have no idea why.
It's all really strange because you're the one who said "We're through."
I told myself I didn't care, but I secretly still love you too.
I don't understand how you still love me and I still love you at all.
I mean, you're the one who shoved me and caused me to fall.
We have to stop lying to forget about our past.
Hey, we did always say that we'd make our love last.
Sure, we hit a bump in the road,
But that doesn't mean we must come to a halt.
Stop feeling so guilty. This isn't anybody's fault.
If I showed you this poem, you would laugh and say "Yeah right!",
But I know what's on your mind.
You dream you could still hold me tight.
