somedays I guess everything's okay
and I think maybe I'm getting over him. but then the
next day comes and it's like I know right when I wake up
that it won't be a good day.
those are the mornings I wake up with thoughts of him;
thoughts of what used to be, of allthememories we shared..
thoughts of what could have been, of what might have gone different
... what I wish I would have done differently.