You-you left me with a final good-bye,
You left me with a tear in my eye.
You left, i thought you'd never return,
So getting over you was something i had to learn.
No, i never did try to get over you,
Because i thought that there was still something for us two.
But that obviously wasn't true.
Although you're still something i don't want to loose,
But i think that you'd refuse,
So answer me this;
Why did you choose me?
Me, me to be used,
Me to be accused?
I guess i was nothing to you,
Even if each other is what we grew into.
