I think I loved you.

I was always told,
That you really loved me.
Sometimes I believed them,
When you were mine to hold.

They said the way you looked at me,
"There was something there,
He could only see".

You would always say,
You loved me more than anything.
You said you would die for me.
And that you thought of me all day.

I don't know why you lied.
I really don't know what happened.
I don't even know why I tried.

Maybe I never fell for you.
Maybe you never fell for me.
Maybe everything was a mistake.
I guess we just didn't know what to do.

I just don't want to believe it.
I just don't want to care.
But every time I see you,
I feel what I don't want to admit.

I know I do not love you.
I know my feelings weren't that true.
I know that I am still so confused.
But I feel that I was, well used.

We didn't work out as more.
We didn't work out as less.
But I really think I loved you.
But I don't know if you do too.