If I'm over it, why do I still feel pain?
The memories of us replay like a never ending chain.
The things you're doing with her are the same things you did with me.
She's a recreation of what we used to be .
We were in love, or so I thought.
You were just selling a dream that I foolishly bought.
Do you see me when you look in her eyes?
Do you tell her those same lies?
Do I even still cross your mind?
Am I a pointless memory left behind?
You have no idea how long I cried over you.
But I'm glad you moved on, they always do.
