Tonight i was talking to you,
you asked why i was mad,
i thought you had forgotten me,
why do you think im mad,
you said it was one of my friends,
taht they said i had moved on,
and stupidly you believed them,
you made me wonder,
and miss you so,
but know i know the truth,
yet still i think you are a lier,
mabye it's my fear of loving someone and haveing to let them in,
or mabye this gut filling is really true,
but still i find myself still in love with you.
