Questions, Questions, Questions

If you call on me I will fall at your feet Today I'm only thinking of you, of us Nothing helps me forget Nothing takes away the pain, it just doesn't seem to get easier so many questions in my mind so many sleepless night does he love me does he miss me does he think of me does he still dream of me is it hard for him to be friends with me who is in his arms that isn't me I love him I miss him I am always thinking of him and I always dream of what could have been, what should have been I am a glutton for punishment by being his friend no one has replaced him Questions I want to ask but I don't know if I have the strength to know