What I hate is that you don't take any of the blame,
How you're not sorry,
How you're not ashamed.
It's been years,
So it shouldn't matter,
But my thoughts keep bringing me back,
To the moments where all I heard was others' laughter.
What I hate is that I can't feel no more,
It's like my heart is dead,
And it's chilled to the core.
It's been years,
So your words shouldn't bother me anymore,
But in my dreams,
I'm still there - I'm still forlorn.
