The story hasn't changed.
The plot has long been set.
I don't know how I always seem to let myself forget.
I was never a priority
and I'm never going to be.
You just wanted what you wanted
Took little effort to get it from me.
The ache has yet to fade,
Despite your pretty words.
It still aches, because I'm still getting played.
When I walk away, you'll barely even blink...
So how could I have let myself think
That the story could have changed?
That the plot might not have been clear?
I can't forget and let myself waste another year.