Why is it that

Every time I think of someone,

your name is the one that pops up?

Every time I think of birthdays,

your face is all I think of?

Every time I think of regrets,

your story is the one that hurts most?

Every time I remember you,

your good deeds outweigh what you did?

 

What is it that binds me to you?

I was sure I had thought it all through;

I know who I love, I know I do

So why do I keep thinking of you?

 

Did I end it too early?

Is it because I'm your friend?

Is it because of the times you wished for your own end?

 

Why did we stop talking?

Was it ever your fault?

You never deserved this, and I wonder why

I was too much a child to just say, "It's Fine."