Days go past and you’re still on my mind.
Sometimes I wish that I could rewind.
I miss you, in all honesty.
But you hate me, it’s clear to see.
It’s probably best that we’ve split apart,
But try telling that to my broken heart.
I am the one that ended us.
I shouldn’t put up a fuss.
I love you, that’s plain to see.
But I doubt that you miss me.