He walks by
never looks this way
and even though I hate him
I love how he made me feel
the person I became with him
I have no regrets
I felt so loved
I felt needed and wanted
I felt safe.
He walks by
I see him everyday
and it's plain to see
he's better off this way.
I used to love the smile
he'd get on his face
just to see me,
to hold me in his arms,
to hear, "I Love You."
(sorry if I never really meant it.)
He walks by
as everything begins to blurr
I think of the past
wishing things could change,
things could work out
and mostly just wishing I were happy.
