If you lived by the philosophy
That old flames never die
Then you would have never trusted
What the two of you had
But what you had
Was more than a flame
You don't have enough pride to think
That you're the only one that can make her happy
But you do have enough knowledge
To make you worry that she'll settle again
It breaks your spirit
And lifts it at the same time
To see her happy
You just wish you knew if it was real
Or do you?
Would you even want to know?
Would the pain outweigh the pleasure?
Will yours ever outweigh hers?
