Why?

Why do I keep hurting myself with the ghosts from the past?

Why am I trying to know HIS past?

Why am I comparing myself with her?

I know he loved her, I know he really did....

I just hope he learns how to let her go,
I hope God teaches him how to love again,
& I hope someday he'll realize
how much I care,
how much I love him,
how much I'm praying for him.

Maybe I'm a fool,
maybe I shouldn't be so stubborn
maybe I should give up,
But I feel like there's a chance
like if my miracle might happen.

Maybe the glass is half empty
and I'm saying it's half full,
but I'd rather have hope in something that seems impossible
than giving up in what could have been
MY MIRACLE.