Dear you,
You know, sometimes I wonder
What do you think about me
or when do you think of me
I think you’re enough
and I do think about you,
a lot. More than I should do.
I’ve been addicted to you
and somehow I’m afraid that
there’ll be one day that you’ll stop to care.
Then it’s happen.
You’ve gone.
Now, I wonder how you will see me.
Am I a girl that you loved
or a girl that you left?
It's Written for You 