You might not love me anymore,
But I know, I still care.
And even though I have the doubts.
I know you'll always be their.
There still those days I sit and wish,
That you would be right here.
But for the moment I hold on tight.
And I keep my love for you near.
No longer do I get the calls,
That I would always get.
Nor the feeling of being loved,
Or hear the special words you always said.
I force myself not to believe,
That I was left abandoned.
And so I scream at my little voice,
That says I was forgotten.
Now what can I say to my dear self?
With doubts running in my head.
Could I be the object you used to kill time?
Or should I lay these thoughts to rest?.....
