I still think of you. I wish I can tell you that. You've never been out of my thoughts since I left. I wish I could tell you how hard it is for me to leave without telling.
I wanna tell you everything and I want you to tell me what's going on to your head. You're really hard to figure out. You never told me anything. I don't know if I just imagine it, but I know you feel the same way to. but you never told me. never.
and you're just one of those "what could've been's"