I’m blind to the good, to the bad and to all that is not you. I have a number of questions that you’ll never hear.
Where are you now?
Where are you now?
Are you still writing songs and are they about me?
If you can’t make me happy, why have I forgotten how to be happy without you?
I wish you would show up in my life so I can remember why I don’t want you in it.
Till then, I’ll be thinking of answers to questions you haven’t ever asked.
