You're caught in my throat
Partially in my sore lungs
You're why I can't breathe.

If you are honest,
You'll say the same as them all
That you never knew
The world was so big a place
With so much sadness.

I am not talking
To you, because you just don't
Know me anymore.

I just don't know if
I never want to see you
Ever again, or
If I want to mend the wound
By opening it again.

I want to ignore
Everything you ever were
But that is hopeless.

Whoever I am
Whatever makes up the me
It's a mystery
That only One knows for sure
Someday, I will know myself.

I like talking to people
Because other people are nice
I don't really like talking to you
Because you used to be nice,
And now you're not.  I don't know why.

But I don't feel nice when I talk to you,
I feel like I'm not being nice to you,
And I don't like that feeling.
Should I stop talking to you?

You make me think of things I have tried to forget for a long time
And I don't like thinking of things again,
Because I thought I had made a decision.
But you bring back the doubts I used to have all the time.
I lived with those doubts.  
They keep me from being happy all the time,
And I don't like that.

I don't know what there is that you can do to change things,
But if you could be nice to me, that would make me feel better about talking to you.
Then, maybe we could come to an understanding.
But I don't understand you, and you don't understand me.

I won't go through the hundreds of thoughts I've had about you,
Because you probably don't want to hear them anyway.
I just wish you were someone I'd never known,
And that I could meet you for the first time
And that we could be simple friends.
We messed that up before by being more than friends,
And now I feel like we are so much less than friends.

I wish we could be nice to each other.
I wish it wasn't my fault, or your fault, or life's fault.
I wish I knew what to do about you.
I hope you're okay, and that I am nice to you, even when I don't feel like it.
I hope you don't think unkind things about me.
I can't help it, I guess.  But I can hope.

And I hope you remember me.

I want to forget
That you even existed,
But know what I learned.

This song has always been in my heart
But now it feels like it is creeping into my soul.
I don't know how long we'll last apart
But someday I'll be part of a whole.

Did you speak from sadness
Or fear, or anger, or hopelessness
And was that why you spoke the way you did?
Surely it wasn't true, but
I can't tell if you believed what you said
All the same, though, I can't get your words out of my head.

If you were a poet,
I wouldn't dare read what you wrote
About me.

Do you know who you are?
Or, who you are to me?
Frankly, I don't know anymore
Who you are, or seem to be.

You built me up to be someone else,
Then you took it all away.
I don't know how you think I'll survive;
People weren't built that way.