I used to love you, but now I don't.
I smile when I remember all of the lovely messages you wrote.
I say I'm over you, but I lied
When you left, I just died.
I don't need you, but I think I want you.
I just want to be honest, to be true.
My heart was broken
By the words that you've spoken
But now that it is mended
I feel that the life I live is just pretended.
I think it would better if I was with you.
But then, I don't know what to do.
I say I'm better off alone.
But all I want is to take you home.
We used to have love and trust.
But now, all I want is lust.
There are somethings that I want to do.
There are some questions that I want to ask you.
Do you still think about me?
Do you still consider me somebody?
Did you regret doing it over time?
Do you still want to be mine?
Lastly, I must know,
If we were ever 'us' again, how far would we go?