Sitting here Amongst my books and things Surrounded by things that I could be doing Things that I should be doing Things that I thought could help Help distract me from thinking From thinking about you... Nothing helps- You are all I ever think about. What's worse Is that I don't even have you anymore And who is there to blame? Nobody but me.
Thought that I'd be okay Thought that the crying Wouldn't last too long Thought that soon Thoughts of you would be gone. Thought I could be strong I'm regretting setting you free As you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.