You don't know, do you?
You don't know how I much I love you.
You don't know what you've become.
Was it me?
Did I turn you into a cold, selfish, cruel monster?
Did I make you a follower?
Did the things that happen affect you like that?
We miss you.
Your family wants you back, their sweet little boy.
Your momma wants her son, your sister wants her brother, And your little brother wants his role model back.
He wants his hero.
All I want is you, the real you.
I don't want your fake self.
I want my lover, I want my friend.
I can still feel you.
I can still hear you.
I can still smell the scent of your cologne.
I remember the way your skin was warm and soft.
I remember the way your lips felt against my skin.
I wish I could of felt your lips against mine.
I wish we could hold each other again.
I wish we could still say "I love you."
But wishes will never come true.
I've loved you now for a year.
You only loved me for three measly months, almost four.
What if it was more?