Whoever reads this, you might think it's about you... or something....
I wonder if you ever loved me.
I wonder why I ever met you that day.
Why I stopped to notice.
Why you turned and let me.
Why didn't we just keep on walking,
and let things be simple.
Now I will never be the same.
Never be that innocent.
The brown desert of my soul
scorched with your sunlight
like a frog left to boil
slowly drying and dying
My tumbleweeds tumble in and out of my thoughts
carrying you with them
like a plague or a disease that I cannot get rid of.
You will never leave me
Were you ever with me?...
I wonder....
While I sit here and realize that I am just a person sitting and typing
a poem about you
and you are just some bloke sitting and reading
a poem about someone
you wonder...
Do you know me?
Did you ever know me?
Do you want to know me?
WILL you ever know me?
That's a good question. You had better answer it soon...
You have exactly ten years, six months, twenty one days, thirteen hours, and eighteen minutes to figure it out. Don't know what I mean? .
I wonder why I ever met you that day.
Why I stopped to notice.
Why you turned and let me.
Why didn't we just keep on walking,
and let things be simple.
Now I will never be the same.
Never be that innocent.
The brown desert of my soul
scorched with your sunlight
like a frog left to boil
slowly drying and dying
My tumbleweeds tumble in and out of my thoughts
carrying you with them
like a plague or a disease that I cannot get rid of.
You will never leave me
Were you ever with me?...
I wonder....
While I sit here and realize that I am just a person sitting and typing
a poem about you
and you are just some bloke sitting and reading
a poem about someone
you wonder...
Do you know me?
Did you ever know me?
Do you want to know me?
WILL you ever know me?
That's a good question. You had better answer it soon...
You have exactly ten years, six months, twenty one days, thirteen hours, and eighteen minutes to figure it out. Don't know what I mean? .