it's funny how i find myself

i miss you, i really do, can you handle me admitting this to you? i mean, it's just a reflection of my inner, my honesty, aren't those some of the qualities you like about me? my modesty. it wouldn't be fair if i kept this all to myself, inside, i promised i would always say how i feel even if it hurt me to say it, i'd be lying if i said it didn't hurt, oh wait, this isn't about me, i forgot. so back to my point of view, i find it strange that i'm not in more control, i mean, i always knew my role........in your life, i could never be your wife. i ask myself, how much do you miss me? see, if i only knew that part then my blues would be justified, wait, i lied! i don't ask anymore.