*thinking out loud*
There's so much I don't know
So many unanswered questions.
They ask me how I got over you,
They ask me if I took everything into consideration, as if I missed an opportunity,
They ask me about Love and why it's so painful,
They ask me what you think,
They ask why him.
Which is funny because I was wondering the same thing.
I don't think my mind is ready to get over you, I don't think my heart is ready to give up your spot. I don't think it ever will.
I took everything into consideration, looked at all the details.
I don't know why love is painful, I've been a victim of its power for years and have seen its beauty first hand.
I don't know what you're thinking, I don't know what drew you to him, sometimes it's better not to ask.
I wish I knew it all, I wish I had the answers.
I wish things were easier than they are, but I'm trying.
