This isn't the first time
Nor the second
Nor the third
If I had a dime
For everytime I thought of you
I would be drowning
In a pool of countless cold coins.

No matter how hard I attempt
To leave it
To ignore
To move on
I can't forget.

Yet you carry on with your life
With no worry or upset
Not having a slightest care or thought
Of the little girl who just may be
**Obsessed.