• Once upon a time, I knew what it felt like to be wanted,
    images, they swoop and they swirl.
    It's not the same, faded smiles turn to black.
    I almost wish I didn't know what it was like,
    wondering and thinking, do you remember me?
    Do you remember what you did?
    I would hope so.
    I would hope you know what it felt like...
    No, you won't. You won't remember anything.
    Was I a burden to you?
    Was I a pitiful person?
    I would like to have these questions answered if you will.
    Though it will tear me up even more.
    I may be naive, to what you really are.
    None the less, I've learned what it felt like to be wanted...and then lost.