It's not that I miss you or what we had
It's the thought of what was
and not really understanding
was it that good
or really that bad?
Did the light burn too bight for a short period of time
Or was there no light to speak of,
and the whole time...I was just blind?
Did you ever see me as I saw you?
Fun, funny, beautiful...
was that even you?
Did I see you or were you what I wanted
to see?
to see?
When you said you loved me
was it real?
Were you with me
truly?
truly?
Or just with me
so you weren't alone?
so you weren't alone?
I hate that when I look at you
I can't help but smile
I lose my breath for a short while
I feel as if I am flying.
Those things never happened to you?
At least not when you looked at me.
I don't really miss you
Just wish I could have really seen
Now I hide from anyone
who might want to fall for me
I no longer trust
I no longer hope
I want to just be
And be happy with me.
I don't want to doubt
I don't want to hurt
I don't want to believe...
Is there anyone for me?
I burned too bright towards you
and I'm sure it was blinding.