I wish you would look me in the eye,
And tell me you don't care.
Because then I will stop fighting for you.
Because then I won't have to try and keep failing to win you back.
But I still miss this thing we had.
I'm not saying the tears won't stop,
But the awkwardness I give towards you will vanish.
You talked to me once,
Telling me that it was you.
That I am not the one to fault.
That's when I knew how good of a liar you are.
Your word stab me in the back,
While you sweet talk to my face.
But I'm still going to miss this thing we had.
