The Other Person

I followed the footprints on the sand back to your past
Tracing and dotting every ‘i’ trying to find a place that you made a space for ‘u’
I listened to whispers on the line, followed your likes and dislikes
I traced you back to all of her, all of them, trying to find a pattern for me to follow
I replayed your tapes and theirs, looking for whose had the lies

Should i have looked into their past?
Should i have trusted that you’re without lies?
Should i have believed your words?
There were others before me, so forgive me if I’m wrong when I don’t believe that I’m the one.
Did she feel this way too? When it was just you two?
Did you also promise her the world?
Did you also make her the center of your existence?

I know it’s gone, she’s gone, they’re gone and it’s us now.
But was their love any less valid than ours?
Because it’s gone does it mean that it’s lost?
Will they ever return your trust?

So many questions, i have yet to answer,
And I’m still waiting for the day we meet.
Cause we met at night, and it got darker
So I’m hoping that all the answers will make me lighter.