After all that time, for all the smiles,
all the cries, all the looks into your eyes,
all the times we tried and yet you still couldn't find
a way to show me you were ever mine.
And I'll carry on, pretending I'm fine,
letting go of the part of me that's died,
but did you really think you were being kind,
when you told me I was still on your mind.
I hope you know the mess you left behind
and I wish to god you were never in my life.