When you think of love,
What do you think of?
When you think of hate,
What do you think of?
When you think of me,
Do you think of love or hate?
Or maybe even both?
When you think of us
Do you think of what we were?
Or what we are?
When I think of love,
I think of your loving arms,
The one's that held me close.
When I think of hate,
I think of the way you just walked away,
Like I was nothing at all to you.
When I think of you,
I think of the kind, loving person you used to be.
When I think of us,
I think of the way things used to be.
When I think of what we were and what we've become,
I think of the path that led us to this point.
You know how I feel,
That was never any question.
You know what I think,
So tell me your side.