I can't stop thinking about you
woundering if you think about me too...
The gentle winds began to blow
The trickling rains began to fall...
As I sit here starring at my scars I think living...
My scars are like questions that I could only...
I thought love was just a mirage of the mind
Just an illusion, impossible to find...
Wishing you felt the same way,
Having to carry on each day...