Free

I sit here and think,
about you and me.
Then I blink,
and it's just about me.
You left, walked right out.
Without a single doubt.
Now I sit and think why.
Why you didn't want to be my guy.
You said you loved me,
and that you would never let me free.
Free from your heart,
the heart in which I helped to start.
And now I'm free and whenever I pass by you I slip in a *wink*.