Just random thoughts come to my mind,
And they make me think of you.
How is that, the love is kind,
When it hurts to be thinking of you?
I just get lost in the thoughts and want someone to find
Me, and teach me a way to get over you.
Do you ever feel that way, does it ever make you blind?
Am I still important enough, do you let your mind drift of to the good times?
What about that black shirt that I gifted you, with a note I myself signed,
Do you ever wear it and feel I'm there by your side?