I still have nightmares about you,
the ones that used to be my sweet dreams,
I'd tell you all about them the next day.
They are fewer, these days. Much fewer. Be happy for me.

I still feel like someone hit my chest,
whenever people mention your name,
I liked it you know.
But it hurts less and less as time goes by. Be happy for me.

I still make hot chocolate,
just the way you liked it, put on your sweater,
and drink myself to sleep.
It's hard to let go of such sweet chocolate,
and such warm sweater.
I'm starting to hate them though. Be happy for me.

I walk around the house,
and it still smells of you while I've cleaned it countlessly,
should I move out? Sigh A guy passed me on the streets the other day,
stinking with your cologne,
I didn't turn to look at him. Be happy for me.

I see you and her sometimes,
she's very beautiful, you laugh louder by her side,
it stings just a little now. Be happy for me.

You wished me well when you left,
as I broke on the living room floor,
you said it wasn't me, it was you. And you were sorry.
You said you'll pray that I heal soon.
Didn't know soon would be this long. But I'm getting there.
Be happy for me.