Sometimes I wonder if she speaks of me. Whether it be to others, to herself or even in her head, I wonder if she ever speaks my name. It is not a selfish thought - it is clearly reciprocated. I am just curious if I had a deep enough effect on someone who deeply affected me.
Somehow, someday I'll be better.
Even if you can't remember my name
I bet you'll be missing me.
Those lyrics meant something else entirely when I wrote them. The idea is the same, but the subject has changed.
It's funny how time can heal all wounds while cutting new ones open.