Wishing I knew what was on your mind.
But I don't.
And nobody knows but me, that tears fall so freely.
I can't think. But I can't help thinking, that it's not a mistake. But maybe it was?
But how did we ever get this far? If we can go through that, then we can go through this.
But maybe we went too far? But if we can go that far, then we can come back...or not?