Why the **** do I still think about you.
You were horrible for me, to me.
Then you left. I should be yelling good riddens!

From the roof top like a man tempting to jump. I wish it were as easy as a push or a trip to get rid of you.
That smile, that torment that you let me with.
I wish logic and fortitude couldn't give in.
My mind plays games.
Living in a world where I could win.