I stood there and looked into your eyes as we danced to our favorite song over and over again, i felt the warmth of you lips as we kissed eachother over and over again, i felt the touch of your soft hand as you reach for mine over and over again, i felt the brush of your hand wiping away the tears when you told me about her over and over again, how could you love someone like her, when all i have ever done is loved you? you tell me about her and i ask you.. what about me? has nothing we have ever done together matter anymore? what about me?
