because sometimes I have to wonder,
because I know I'm not her.

what do you think of when you think of her?
what do you think of when you think of me?
will I ever be where she once was?
will I ever mean that much?

I wonder what she could have ever done to you
and I hope somewhere someone is hurting her like that

would you have done anything different?
...knowing what has already happened, knowing what will happen

or was it that wonderful while you were there?

given the chance, would you go back?