Why do I love you? It's hard to say.
I've never known anyone who made
me feel this way. When I dream I see
you there, my arms wrapped around you,
or running my fingers through your hair.

Why do I love you? It truly is hard to say,
because deep down I know you'll never
love me the same way...

Your voice still haunts, echoing like a ghost.
And it hurts knowing this cause of all the people
in the world I love you the most. I remember how
I would hold you late at night, and every barbed word
from every fight.

If I could take it all back, god knows I would,
I'd be with you right now if only I could. So
why do I love you? I will never say, just know
that I'll always feel the same way...


© The Druid