His words are an echo and my head is the cave,
I am an addict and he is my meth,
I am a bird and he is my nest.
I have these feelings for him that I can't seem to shake.
Even with these feelings that fill up my heart I still have a question that bothers me at night.
Am I really in love?
there was a time long, long, long ago that I strongly believed I was in love.
Yes, I'll admit I was harsh when I said my goodbye.
I broke the heart of my so called "first love"
I thought he was my forever only to find out seven months later that he was really my never.
I had made a mistake, made myself believe that I was in love,
I had hurt him and I never realized.
I regret my decision but one thing I learned is that love is really hard work.
So I ask myself once again am I really in love?
I don't want to hurt him, I don't wat to re live the past with this new guy
I want us to last.
I've never felt this way before but is that enough to say I'm in love?
I don't want to hurt him but I don't wanna let go.