When I look at you and our eyes meet I know you feel it too.
The butterflies deep in your stomach, a strong force keeping you from looking away.
Please tell me you feel it too.
You have to feel it.
Many years have passed since there was a you and me.
Tell me you miss the times we spent together.
You have to tell me.
Do you ever just sit and think of what we had?
Do you ever wonder what went so wrong?
Please tell me you think about us.
You have to wonder.
But, if im wrong about this, please let me know.
You have to let me know, so I can let you go.