A Truth By M. Villadsen - What if?

What if?

You love me and I love you, just like we are supposed to do.

Every "hi". Every "bye". It's just the beginning of something special so let's give it a try.

When I first met you, I knew at that very moment, that you would be mine and maybe it's my obsession that was the first bad sign.

You made me laugh just by saying "pie" and I'm sorry if that's the reason you had to say "goodbye" and leave me with no reply to my "why?"

What if I talked to you and told you the truth? Would you listen and love me or would you stiffen and say "what's wrong with you, don't talk to me!?"

You are happy now without me, but I wish you weren't 'cause maybe then you would think about me.

Listen to your heart that's all you need, and maybe you will love me, or at least that's what I seek.

I loved you too much when we were younger, and maybe that's why I ended up as a blocked number.

But I'll tell you this just once. I loved you back then. I love you now, and it's for sure I'll love you when the sun goes down.

'Cause I don't think you understood my love, but just know that it was true and strong way before all of this has begun.

So, what if I talked to you and told you the truth?

What if you listened and loved me even though I think you would stiffen and say "what's wrong with you, dummy!?"

So, if you love me and want to hold me in your embrace, then why did you not stop me from leaving in the first place?

I made a mistake and now I have to fake that I ever had a heartbreak and just lie awake with a headache because I can't seem to do anything good for your sake!

I know I ruined this, so it's only fair that I'm the one who's losing it.

I may be annoying. I may be soul-destroying. But I can't seem to stop loving you even after what I've been through.

I have a lot of problems, but I don't mind if it means you won't be the one who screams.

What if I didn't talk to you? Would you then live in peace with your mind at ease, or would you be displeased and cry now and then in the lonely weeks?

What if I let go? Let go of the love in my broken heart, and get a new start. Let go of all those years we've spent together, just so I can learn to love again, but I won't, not ever.

"Get over it," they say, but no one seems to understand that I can't find the right way.

'Cause, how am I supposed to get over a love so strong, when my imagination was the one who got it all wrong?

You didn't love me, did you? It was all in my head. All those letters I wrote with my heart, oh I hope you enjoyed watching me getting torn apart!

'Cause if you did appreciate my love, then it wouldn't be me you were tired of.

It's my fault, I've already confessed, but even so, I'm still so damn depressed!

What if I never left?

What if...?

- M. Villadsen