I was lonely before you cameHappy in my world,Talking to dolls, bears andImaginary friends. I was lonely before you cameLosing myself in my surroundings,Walking among the treesTrying to find my peace.
I have not been kind to youYet you have supported all my whims I have not been respectful of youYet you have always done your best by me I have not taken care of you as you deserveYet you have striven to keep me safe
The prognosis was badBut our enthusiasm was highNow that we had an expiry onOur time togetherWe decided nothing mattered moreThan burying the hatchetAnd moving aheadLike we were starting anew.
What do you think love isI asked my circle that dayWe were 18 then,So our dreams were tinged with unrealityUnbroken by adulthoodUnrestrained by truthDoused in optimismAnd all those romances we had read.