I wonder what comes to mind when you think of me?
Or do you ever think about me at all?
Is it just a quick relapse of thought?
Or do you spend your waking moments wondering what I'm up to?
Well I do.
I think about you more than I should.
My mind is really up to no good.
I wish there was a switch I could turn off in my brain.
To erase all the pain left there by you.
To finally move on and stop wondering...
If you miss me, like I miss you.