I always seem to wonder why, why you went away.
I wonder what your doing now, I wonder where you are.
I wonder if you are coping fine, and being the star that you are.
I wonder if you think about me as much as I think of you.
So I finally ended up telling this guy how I felt not exactly face to face, but I had him read this story. He said he felt like a big jerk while he was reading this, and we later on talked on aim and and he told me he was very sorry about everything, he didn't know what else to say, but that he never meant to hurt me in that way.
I wonder this I wonder this everyday. I wonder if one day it will be me and you, or will it be too late to have another chance wit you. I wonder if I came to see you one day, you were gone.
Do you ever wonder? Do you ever wonder how things wuld've been if we hadn't broke free? Or wonder if we were together till this day. Do you ever wonder why things ended like this? Or why we don't speak.