And sometimes I wonder if weβre still in love or if weβre pretending?
Everyone thinks weβre perfect for awhile I did too.
But I donβt feel butterflies anymore.
My heart doesnβt swell at the thought of you.
You donβt race through my mind at all hours.
I donβt want a kiss goodnight.
Not even a hug.
I donβt care to hold your hand.
What has happened to us?











