Confuse.

Do you remember the days,
when we used to lie awake?
and think about those questions
that came up to our minds?

"do you like it when i make you mad?
do you like it when i make you sad?"

"do you think i hate you?
or do you think i don't want you?"

"will you rock me to sleep,
just like how mother did when i was 3?
or will you leave me in bed?
with a song that never ends."

but most importantly,

"will you miss me when i'm gone?
or even bother to call?"

"will another take my place?
to replace those days i had with you?"

"do you think we could still be friends?"

but honestly,
it wouldn't matter in the end.