Thoughts in my mind going at a million miles an hour,
Yet there you float,
appearing disappearing, somersaulting and whirling just as you please.

If we're really done,
why is it so hard to keep you out of my head,
If we're really through,
why does everything remind me of you?

If i'm really over you,
Is it just habit that I feel so bad when I know you're hurt
Maybe like no one else ever will.

If love is really dead,
Why do i feel so sick inside
Knowing we've had our shot
Realising that life goes on.

If we've made up our minds,
Why are you in every song I hear?
Why don't I stop trying to be the one
To make you smile, To make you laugh
and never to make you cry.

If you're not the one..
Why?