Sometimes i wounder

Sometimes I sit and wounder what I did wrong Was it something I said or didn't say Was it something I did or didn't do for you to be so cold.
Sometimes I wounder if you really did love me cause being in love I shouldn't have to cry myself to sleep, I shouldn't have to feel alone
Sometimes I wounder why did I hold on so long was it the fear of letting go and afraid to move on.
Was it the thought of being alone and not having you there even though I knew our love was gone
Sometimes I wounder what it would be like to really really be in love.