Every day we see each other,
First we were friendly.
Then things began to get weird,
We went our separate ways.
You went your way,
And I went mine.
Every day we acknowledge each other,
But I can see that you don’t.
You first were being friendly,
Now it’s out of pity.
Why do I need your pity?
The fact that I know what to do?
How about I am confident with myself?
Is it the fact that I practice religion?
Or maybe it’s because I got over your lies?
Sometimes I feel like we ended things too soon,
Maybe we did,
Maybe we didn’t.
But we’ll never know.
Are you happy with how she makes you feel?
Is it the way I made you happy?
How about the way I made you laugh?
I’ll never know,
You avoid talking to me like it’s the plague.
Maybe things ended for the little things,
How I didn’t talk a lot,
Or the fact I had short attention span.
Now when I look back on it,
Maybe it’s me!
When you said, “It’s not you, it’s me,”
Maybe it really is me.
Maybe I really am messed up.
But you want to know something?
Everyone has a problem.
Or maybe it really is you,
Maybe you couldn’t put another person before you.
When we pass each other,
Sometimes I still feel the connection.
And I wonder,
I wonder if you feel it too.
I know that I can,
And it makes me feel like we can get passed our past.
I know that we can if we try,
But sometime it’s not worth the fight.
Every day when we see each other,
I shove everything behind,
And give you a smile.