I wish I knew what was is your head..
I wish I knew...
cause I keep telling myself things and making stuff up in my head..
and I wish with all my heart they aren't true
I wish they are just things my mind makes up.
I miss you.
I wanted you to talk to me
but you don't. Instead you ignore me
and I wonder
do you ignore her?
Or she is just from my imagination?

All I can do is keep wishing.

It's hard to realize that it's over.

I still think about you
I still wonder if you ever think about me
I still want to know what happen
I still need to talk to you
I still wish you cared about me just a little bit
and I'd still run to your arms if you asked me to.