I have been thinking about us, about the times you brought me home to your parents.
Why am I obsessed with the past.
I keep thinking about it,
Our different kind of dates.
Our stupid little jokes.
And the way we used to laugh together.
But you've changed,
And people change even satan used to be an angel.
Was it worth nothing,
Everything we shared.
My feelings,
Our future,
Me...
Was it all just a joke to you.
Because that's how it looks like to me.
After all,
We don't talk anymore.
I just hope that you're okay.
And you can finally be happy.
Without me...
That's all i really wanted.
