I should never long for him no matter how hard it gets
And I just want to forget
In the end it always comes back to you
Because everywhere I go and no matter what I do
I just can't get him out of my mind
I miss those times when he and I were in his car, with the seats rolled all the way back and windows down.
And everytime I whisper "I love you" to him now, I can't help but cry, because I know that it doesn't matter if I love him...it doesn't mean a thing to him.
I cry because I'm happy that it was him whom I was spending those days with, that it is him whom I still love
And I love loving him.
Even now.
Even when he no longer loves me. Even when I know what I can do for him but he doesn't wnt to have anything to do with me.