Do you ever think about the good things we had?
Do you ever think about us?
Do you ever think about the things I regret?
Do you ever think about the things I hate about myself?
Do you ever feel bad when you see me?
Do you ever feel how much eye contact with you hurts me?
Do you remember all the things I said to you?
Do you remember how we felt?
Do you remember the way I would look at you?
Because I do