I sit down at a table
I peer across and see
A young man, like myself
Looking back at me
He begins to tell a story
About the one that got away
Wishing he could have told her
Wishing that she would have stayed
He started to lose sleep
He lost some weight too
People tried to help him
But there was nothing that they could do
He said, " time heals all wounds,
One day I'll be fine,
She holds the key to my heart,
Her heart, now is mine".
As I sat there in silence
I realized it was only me
I looked back across the table.
"How could this be"?
It was me the whole time?
I was talking to myself
I was the man in a mirror
My pictures were on the shelves
This was my house
But it seemed so real
I guess this is who I am
I guess this is how I feel
