An answer?

Mary Moore

I read your words
They fit so well
I want to believe them
Is it about me you dwell?

Maybe it’s my issue
Maybe I’m naive
A tiny flame of hope
Am I just silly to believe?

I can’t help it though
Maybe I’m not sane
But I know myself
That hope will remain

Maybe times are fucked up
On that I won’t object
Life just isn’t perfect
It made us once connect

I still think about you
If you wonder, it is true
Yes I’m all fucked up
But apparently, so are you

There is no judgment
I felt your pain
There’s no resentment
I’d do it over again