Wishing you felt the same way,
Having to carry on each day...

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...

I can't stop thinking about you
woundering if you think about me too...