When was it that you became me?
What day was it that you started
to think just like me?
Or was it just true love?
How can one tell?

You were always in my thoughts
My night and day dreams too

But now, some strange thought
has crossed your pretty little mind

You thought maybe I'd be better without you
That with you I'd only hurt if I stayed

But who's to say that I would?
What would make you think that of me?
Why would you choose to leave rather than stay?
And yet say you love me either way?

My wish would be for you to stay
But you would rather leave

Was there no way for me to allow you to think
that someone could actually love you too?

It's strange though, how we are, or were
We think, or rather thought, so well alike

You thought I'd be better without you
Just as I have thought many times
That you would be better off without me