Happy

Counting all the times you drove me out of my mind Remembering that was when I used to call you mine Now that you left, I see my thoughts have never left you I recount the smiles, the laughs, the times I thought I gave you And I try to not be so issued But I'm so haunted by the fact that I miss you Did I ever really make you happy? Did I ever make you satisfied? Maybe that is the reason you left me So tell me please, did I make you happy?