your memory still roams over me when i'm at my lowest. reminding me how i miss you, how i wish i could make it up to you.
i've tried times and times before, but each time i end up laughing about it, realizing you don't miss me.
i understand.
we ended it tough, really tough.
but you said you'd always love me.
i knew you didn't mean it but
i'd kinda hoped you did
you look happy now, i'm glad.
