I wonder if she thinks about me
Or if she will years from now at least.
No matter how many years go by,
We'll always be what we were to each other,
As crazy as it sounds.
I guess the real question is -
Does she even miss me?
Does she think about the things I did
Or said to make her smile?
I guess it just fucking scares the shit out of me
To know I'll never hear her ringtone again -
My brown eyed girl.
Am I suppose to somehow forget we were together
For almost two years?
I miss her because I thought I'd be waking up to her
And dying next to her when I was 99 years old.
Every love story has a hero,
She was mine.
Wow...
She was mine.
If you could see the way she used to be,
Maybe then you'd understand.