QUOTE : there is a list of questions<br />i want to ask but never will<br />there is a list of questions<br />i go through in my head<br />every time i'm alone<br />and my mind can't stop itself from searching for you<br />there is a list of questions i want to ask<br />so if you're listening somewhere<br />here i am asking them<br /><br />what do you think happens<br />to the love that's left behind<br />when two lovers leave<br />how blue do you think it gets<br />before it passes away<br />does it pass away<br />or does it still exist somewhere<br />waiting for us to come back<br />when we lied to ourselves by<br />calling this unconditional and left<br />which one of us hurt more<br />i shattered into a million little pieces<br />and those pieces shattered into a million more<br />crumbled into dust till<br />there was nothing left of me but the silence<br /><br />tell me how love<br />how did the grieving feel for you<br />how did the mourning hurt<br />how did you peel your eyes open after every blink<br />knowing i'd never be there staring back<br /><br />it must be hard to live with what ifs<br />there must always be this constant dull aching<br />in the pit of your stomach<br />trust me<br />i feel it too<br />how in the world did we get here<br />how did we live through it<br />and how are we still living<br /><br />how many months did it take<br />before you stopped thinking of me<br />or are you still thinking of me<br />cause if you are<br />then maybe i am too<br />thinking of you<br />thinking of me<br />with me<br />in me<br />around me<br />everywhere<br />you and me and us<br /><br />do you still touch yourself to the thoughts of me<br />do you still imagine my naked naked tiny tiny body<br />pressed into yours<br />do you still imagine the curve of my spine and<br />how you wanted to rip it out of me<br />cause the way it dipped into my<br />perfectly rounded bottom<br />drove you crazy<br /><br />baby<br />sugar baby<br />sweet baby<br />ever since we left<br />how many times did you pretend<br />it was my hand stroking you<br />how many times did you search for me in your fantasies<br />and end up crying instead of coming<br />don't you lie to me<br />i can tell when you're lying<br />cause there's always that little bit of<br />arrogance in your response<br /><br />are you angry with me<br />are you okay<br />and would you tell me if you're not<br />and if we ever see each other again<br />do you think you'd reach out and hold me<br />like you said you would<br />the last time we spoke and<br />you talked of the next time we would<br />or do you think we'd just look<br />shake in our skin as we pine to<br />absorb as much as we can of each other<br />cause by this time we've probably got<br />someone else waiting at home<br />we were good together weren't we<br />and is it wrong that i'm asking you these questions<br />tell me love<br />that you have been<br />looking for these answers too