• You used to love me, you used to care.
    I was unsure, and remembered you were rare.
    What happened when you weren’t there?
    I got doubtful, when your presence was lacking,
    Yet overjoyed when we sat around our close moments stacking.
    I have encountered many other close friends.
    Still, if they can make me feel better all depends,
    On the conversation or what we do.
    Sometimes I wish you would just give me a clue.
    Could you share how you feel about me?
    I want to know if you lied just to set me free.
    Let’s just talk it out and lose the feeling of being stung by a bee.
    So I would finally understand, if it was meant to be.