I'm buried deep inside your thoughts.
So far back, just longing to be let out.
I'm at the bottom of your empty heart.
You don't think about me now.
I don't expect you to anymore.
But I would like you to.
I think about you all the time.
Wondering if you're thinking about me.
And knowing that you're not.
You don't know how much it hurts.
But really it does.
I feel it every day.
And I can never let go of you.
There's nothing I can do about it.
After all, all I am to you is a thing.
A thought in your mind.
This things that lays at the bottom of your empty heart.
Nothing.
And that's all I'll ever be.
