You've seen so much more than I have And though I know I shouldn't be jealous of the past Sometimes it hurts to think that I was not a part of that. Do you ever feel that you had it much better before? I think you might, because you had so much more And I don't know if I can ever give you enough. And somewhere, in places I've never been, They've touched you and they hold a piece of you, Giving you that one more thing to belong to. One more than me. And I can only wait As the days pass When I will own so much more of you.