Sometimes I Wonder

I wonder what she sees in me
Something that I still can’t see

A bright and charming, somewhat shy,
Introverted kind of guy?

I wonder why she always prays
For bright and sunny summer days

When all I want is cold and rain
A winter, bleak, and full of pain

I wonder why she always dreams
Of what this thing we call “life” means

To me it’s just the way things are
I never cared to think that far

I wonder why she holds me tight
On every day and every night

Even though I hold her back,
I must admit my grip is slack

I wonder if she knows inside
About the things I try to hide

All the thoughts, the way I feel
And all the scars that will never heal

I wonder if she’d hate me for
All the things I’ve done before

And even if she did forgive,
Is that a life that I could live?

I wonder if this could be real
Her smile, her love, the way I feel

Or maybe things aren’t what they seem
And this is just another dream