Everytime I see you,
Every look into your eyes,

It seems troubling
I will not lie.

I remember all the good parts
That really were almost none.

I seem to remember all the things I hoped for
And forget what really was.

That pending kiss that never comes
But still makes me tingle fevereshly inside.

Though I may hate you for using me
I seem to be drawn like a moth to the flame...

I forgive you
For forgiving my weakness.

I forgive me not.

Though I may see your flame no more,
I seem to be set on fire

By all the little whispers
Of the things you were, you used, you murmured...

I seem to remember
Eagerly looking into your eyes
Feeling weak,
Feeling hope,
Feeling something more.