It doesn't hurt right?
Don't feel a thing.
You're happy now I bet,
without me.
It's been a few weeks,
my phone stays on silent.
No point in checking,
you'll never text me again.
No "how are you"
"are you okay"
"I love you"
Never again.
But that's okay,
you're moving on.
You're okay,
you're happy.
It's always about you,
always was about you.
I was all about you,
still am about you.
I want to move on,
to forget you exist.
But I can't sleep,
thoughts of you and me keeping me awake.
But you're okay,
that's good.
Good for you,
bad for me.
