As I lay here on my bed,
I have alot of questions going
through my head.
I think alot of what you said.
Sometimes I get up just to look at the picture of you,
Then after a few tears I walk to the window and look at the brightest start and wonder where you are.
Are you at her house?
Is she cuddled up to you like I use to do?
Do I even cross your mind?
Cause I know you cross mine.
Why am I like this?
Why cant I get you off my mind?
