"Where Is My Mind?"

Who are you? Where am I? What do I feel?

Sometimes I like to think that I can still feel you.
Crazy. It's been slung one too many times. And I am, crazy.

How did we get here? Where did you go? Why did you do this?

Because you always enjoyed running from me.
Hurt. Because I hurt you. And a million times over, I'm sorry.

Why are you acting this way? Why are you in denial?

Because she's there and can give you all the things that I never could.
Easy. Because it's easier to live a life in denial than accept the truth. And me, you know I know the truth.

How come you won't accept it? How could we come so far?

Because you denied me any chance to be in your life, after you wormed your way back into mine.
Time. Time always was and always will be the enemy. But I can't seem to forget.

Don't you know what I hear?

If I think really hard, "I love you."
Screaming. Laughing. Tears. Promises. Lies. Plans. Confessions. I remember everything; why don't you?

Because despite what you say and what you think, I've come out better. Instead of trying to bury you with sex and other people and lies and yelling and anger, I mourned and took my time and got truly BETTER. That's why I can say that I know I won't do anything if I ever see you again, because I moved on.

In another life, we could be together. If I had never made those mistakes, if you'd been more mature, if I moved there, if you moved here. All that doubt leaves room for "what if," and that's what scares you both to death.
Burying me alive can only make room for me to haunt you.