Sometimess

Sometimes I lie in bed,
and dream of how it used to be,
when everything was perfect,
back when you were mine.

Sometimes I dream of you,
And dream happy thoughts,
like us being frineds again,
man that would be so good.

Somtimes I think about you,
and the way you used to be,
i remember everything good,
and everything bad.

Somestime I cry over you,
but thats nothing new,
just i wish you didnt hurt me,
then id have no reason to cry.

Sometimes I think of better days,
when everything is perfect,
where everyone is happy,
and kind to eachother.

Sometimes I miss you,
and sometimes I dont,
but i know that no mater what,
i will always love you.