I could write a million words about you..
Gave you everything I had, bit my tongue, and silently cried..
When I look back, I wonder if you ever even cared, or loved me too.
I sit and think of how we were, how we have grown, and what lies ahead.
It hurts to know that while you are sitting next to me, you are thinking of her.
Words that need to be spoken, are left unsaid.
How we have grown, remains to be seen, because in the process of growing, we grew apart.