I've moved on, after so many months of waiting for you to call me,
I've finally reached that long awaited day when I can say that I'm over you.
I tell all my friends with a smile that I'm so over you;
So over you that I don't think about you every day
So over you that I don't flinch when I say your name
So over you that your face doesn't haunt my dreams anymore
So over you that I don't check my phone every five minutes, just in case.
They're grateful. Grateful that I won't change because of you;
I could have thrown my life away.
I could have hidden in my room and cried.
I could have sworn off love.
I could have broken down, shaved my head, joined a gang.
They say I could have done anything because of what you did to me.
Not anymore.
But I must confess, I wonder;
If you called me right now, am I over you enough to not pick up?
If I saw you right now, would I have the dignity to walk away without a word?
Yes, I must confess that I wonder if I'm over you enough.
