Truth is,
I have no idea where you are right
now.
You're somewhere out there, doing your job, fighting for the
country.
Maybe you think about me...but then again, maybe you think about
her.
Maybe you cry yourself to sleep like I do.
Maybe you daze off during drills, remembering all of the times we
had together, but then tell all the guys, 'oh, its
nothing.'
Maybe you pretend that you're okay when you're really
not.
Maybe when the rest of the guys are talking about how sexy the
chick is that just walked by, youre wishing you could see me
instead.
Maybe you care as much as you say you do.
Maybe not. I can only hope.
Maybe im crazy. crazy for still loving you.
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