Do you even think about me anymore?
Do you talk about me?
Or is someone else on your mind
I wish I knew the answers
I look at the photos of us
And wonder if you still have them
You probably deleted them
You probably have moved on and don't even read this
Do I want you to?
Do I want you to think about me?
Or look at those photos?
Maybe I do
Because I'm 'that' girl
The one who wants their ex to be haunted by the memory of us
I'm always 'that' girl...
