Every past date I see
I think back to what we were doing together
Just the simple fact that we were together
That I believed I was happy
That maybe I was beginning to finally hope you were starting to trust me
I'm looking at a picture from 5 months ago
Did you hold me that day?
Did you think I was beautiful?
Did you tell me I was beautiful?
Did you tell each other loved one another dearly?
Could I have been recovering from the things you said to me in a moment of anger?
Did I make it about myself for crying because the person I loved chose such poisonous words?
I can't even remember much of February now
Only that it was cold, and rainy, and I was so alone
But I was happy because I had you
And every word you said to me, it made me fell warm even the cruelest ones
I give my soul to you
When did you stop looking at me
Like you used to?