when my lighter drops

bold

The memories I have will always be there, some more important to others.

The way you would tell me, 'you're beautiful' and 'i love you'

I would fall weak at the knees, stop breathing, believe it all.

But now you say that to her.

I fall, stop breathing, she believes it all.

Did you ever believe yourself when you told me?

Was i another gain to you? another social step? or just another one you abused with power?