You broke my heart into pieces, then you gave it back to me. But then I noticed that one piece was still missing. The piece you still have... the piece that you're still playing with. |
On the outside I'm pushing you away |
What I would give to be her for one day |
I watch my friend tell me that she's glad that I've moved on. "I'm proud of you for getting rid of him like that. Who needs him anyway?" she says, and walks away. A tear trickles down my cheek as I whisper... "I do" |
Theres still a part of me that wishes you would call |
Plaster on a smile and pretend that you're okay |
Tell me, please... Just look into my tear-filled eyes and answer the one simple question that has been gnawing at my heart since the day you left... |
"I'm happy for you," I smile |
If I could hate him I would... I promise. The only problem is, that there's this part of me that still sees the guy that I once knew... The guy that he pretended to be. |
I'll wave at him and walk right by |