You asked me questions
The other day
I thought
And now i have an answer
You asked me what I wanted
And if it would make me happy
Well I've taken a while
And this answer I am sure of
I want many things in life
I want a job
I want a new guitar
Piano lessons
But you asked me if it would make me happy
And yes those things would
But there's something I want
That I know I never should
I want you to love me
Like you loved her
I want you to think of me
Like you think of her
I want to be held
When instead it's her your holding
but those things will never happen
Why?
Because it's not I you love
It's her.
So there,
Now you know what I want
If I got what I want
Would it make me happy?
Yes, more than anything
But there's no such thing as happy endings.
