I tell myself I'm okay,
But every time I see you my heart breaks again.
You called and I answered.
You wanted to meet,
So we did.
You brought her and I wanted to cry,
Because you looked so happy and I wasn't.
We talked.
She was nice.
You wanted us to be friends again.
I said okay.
I thought that if I can't have you then this is the best I'm going to get.
Friends.
I don't like that.
