When you think about the past, and all the memories held there, you wished that those good times will always last. You think about the present, and it makes you wonder, what happened along that path, that made us this way?
Sometimes, I wonder if me and you pulled through and talked more maybe by now things would have been different.
And all the times when you tried to talk, I pulled back thinking that you were just playing with my heart, and now that we're a little drifted, I think sadly to myself, what if I did it differently?
What if those were the signs that you were giving me and I was too stupid, a fool to have did what I did. I feel like asking, what happened to us? why don't we talk every night, like how we used to do before?
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