I Don't Think

And I don't think that we're through,
Because I'm still bleeding from these aching thoughts of you,
And I don't think that we're still fine,
'Cause after all this time I still thought you were mine,
And I don't think that we could be again,
Other than the broken, lonely, torn-up friend but,
You still seem gone,
I still feel wrong,
But I don't know,
If I should show,
I miss you.