I loved you a lot,
but that never mattered.
You leave me, my heart torn
and my feelings are scattered.
You have no regrets,
you did what you did
but knowing how bad you hurt me
how can you live?
I wake up every morning
and a new day begins
another chance to start over
another game to try and win.
But although I try.
It's never the same...
I cannot forget
the way you'd say my name,..
or the way you'd kiss my hand,..
or how you held me to you so close.
I find I'm comparing you
to every guy I meet,
so how can that be?
You still don't even love me...
how could you forget?
