Tell me does she know...
About the calls, the texts. The fact that you still call me reminiscing about us.
About what we had, what you threw away.
Tell me does she know that when she's wearing that red dress, you wish you could see me in the black one. When you go to the park you think about our picnics. That when she talks about your future together, all you see is me.
I guess I should be happy, that you feel this way. You did hurt me, you left me, abandoned me. All for her.
You gave us up for her and now you're regretting it.
It's too late though, whatever time we had to be us forever and always has long gone.
But I'll still open your messages and not reply, I'll still answer your calls, but not say a word, and I'll keep wondering if you'll ever tell the woman who you left me for, that you regret it every day.
