If you're wondering what I'm doing nowadays,
Nothing much, because every day is the same.
Something'll remind me of you, and I'll cry.
I know, we could of at least tried.
But now, you're happy with her.
Happier than you was with me?
Though you're killing me,
I think that's what you want.
Maybe that's just your plan,
Maybe you just want me gone.
And maybe on the other hand I'm wrong?
Maybe she's making you lie all the time,
Maybe she's so cold inside.
Maybe has no heart,
Maybe not even a soul.
But she let go,
And she moved onto you, how it pains me so.
I still get the urge to message your best friend and tell him how this is killing me.
But maybe, he doesn't care and he doesn't think I'm truthful?
Maybe he thinks of me the same way you think of me, now.
Sure, I lie, but I lie at the right time.
What about your lies, though..?
They're starting to seem colder than your perfect blue eyes.
All of those things that remind me of you,
I'm going to continue to do.
That song you wrote me, please carry it on.
Don't let it all fade away without a trace,
Never forget about me, your first love, as you claimed.
I don't want it to be like we never happened,
But maybe that's for the best.
Maybe I should give up.
Maybe you already did.
Maybe I should move along and wait for my next perfect song.
