Sincere

I know I meant it. I wish I could somehow say different. The real you left too soon. The fake me left too late.

Would you be mad if I hung around, and we talked liked we used to for a while? Would you be mad if the world were lies, and the only way to live was to love? Would you mad if I was by your side, and I tried, I tried to help you up? And you said "nothing has changed, I'm still the same, I just got confused for a while." But I still care, I still wanna share all of our stories for a while. Nothing has changed, they just got rearranged, I miss you like the nighttime misses day.