We All Die, In The End

reoccuring

i still think about you
more than i care to admit
i find myself wondering
a hundred different "what if's"
wishing we'd done things differently
maybe we'd still be friends
and hoping one day
we may be able to make amends

in my heart i know
i made the best decicion for me
and yet it hurts me to know
that you're over me
it sounds conceited to say
but id hoped youd stay
stuck on me just a little longer

i guess i was hoping
to validate the way
i seem to think of you
more often than
you do of me