How could you cope with your self everyday,
knowing you've hurt so many girls,
throughout your past.
This all went by so fast.
You made me rejoice
through summer.
Until I found out,
honestly all along I was your last choice.
That's what you made me think.
But I knew inside you,
that wasn't true.
It never was.
Because you still stare at me.
The way you did before.
The years went by,
and got swept away.
You made me fall,
but let me fall so hard.
I'm not writing this because,
I'm still in love with only you.
I'm writing this because,
after all these years..
I'm finally over you!
