The questions are racing in my mind
pushing them away trying not to let them get far
trying not to think about how things really are
always trying to escape the path of what seems to be my fate
trying not to think about how true the doubts are in my mind
trying so hard not to cry when you realize it's true
that to you we're nothing but ashes and wine,
thats's the perception of my mind

I'm not missing him, i'm missing that.
I'm not still loving him, I am still loving that.