You seem sad

Maybe mad

Possibly confused

But I was definetly a fool for loving you

I mean I say that now

But then I think about you later

And then I feel the returning hurt

The guilt

But I did myself a favor

I was definetly a fool for loving you

Yet I think what if you loved me too?

It'd explain everything

But still we'd be

Hurting someone else

I'd rather that someone to be me

I'll take that position with glee

I'd rather do that than loose possible family

But That don't mean I don't wonder

Who you really were

What you think of me