I might still love her
Oh my god, I might still love her
Thirteen years gone by since I first set eyes on her
And I might still love her
I have tried to fight the feeling
But my head won’t just stop reeling
And I realize
I might still love her
Why do I still think about her every morning I wake
And dream about her every night in my sleep
When I know she doesn’t even remember I still exist
Why do I call on every birthday, every holiday, every occasion?
When I have to identify myself
Every time we speak
And even as I put my thoughts to paper
I realize
Oh my god, I do still love her
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