I lost my head in San Francisco

The thing is, I miss you terribly.

I don't show it because my ego won't let me. What if you don't feel the same way.

I trick myself by saying that I don't care,

but there's no fooling anyone,

I miss you and I want you to miss me too.

And we talk less and less,

I wanted to tell you things,

but it always seem like you don't care enough

so why should I talk to a heart that does not feel enough

I'm getting used to it,

The weeks that goes by,

What if I really stop caring,

I don't want to,

But it's too painful.