Is it me? or Rebeginagain.

Is it me who knows not of love
Or is it you who's simply forgot
You say the feelings are just a whim
But what else have we got
Pehaps if you weren't always looking down
As though you have to condescend
Then your feet would be upon the ground
And you too could have a hand to lend
Like a setting sun upon my heart is the loss of you
But the morning always does its part and brings the day anew