Was there really a time before I knew you?
Did I wake each morning without the thought of you on my mind? Did I go through my day not wondering where you are, what you are doing, if you're OK?
Did I laugh and joke and talk and live and get through every day without you in my heart?
Was there such a time?
Was there really a time before I kissed you?
Did I lie in my bed and not dream of the softness of your lips against mine? Did I look at myself in the mirror and not trace the curve of my mouth remembering when you had done the same?
Did I get through my days without the memory of your kiss, without knowing how if felt and what it meant?
Was there such a time?
Was there really a time before I loved you?
Did my heart not break just because you weren't by my side? Did my life, my world, not feel empty until you were stood with my, holding me, loving me?
Did I know a time without you in my heart, without you in my life?
Was there such a time?
Was there really a time when I didn't miss you?
Did I spend my days not holding back the tears because you were gone? Did I not feel alone and broken without a reason to carry on because you had left me?
Did I never wonder if I would find a reason to smile again?
Was there such a time?
Will there ever be a time when I get over you?
Will I ever find another who can make my heart sing? Will I ever know the warmth of someone else's arms, of someone else's lips without comparing them to you?
Will I ever be able to feel love again now that you are gone?
Will there ever be such a time?