In the back of my mind I think about you all the time.
Half the time, I am completely oblivious to the things I do with you.
Some of the time I feel a true connection with you, other times I feel like a body with no voice.
I could go on and on how you did make me feel but I'm afraid its far to late.
You hurt me, and its to late to apologize, and its time to move on.