It seems I'm starting to miss you less,
As every day goes by,
and when I say I'm happy for you?
Now its not just a lie.

It doesn't hurt when you brush by me,
Because I understand,
And there's only a little bit of pain,
When I see you walk, hand in hand.

I could stare into your eyes,
With only a trace of regret,
Because now I have good memories,
and im happy that weve met.

"What couldve been" runs through my head,
Sweet, but all too vain,
Because, in reality,
What would I have gained?

I don't want another chance,
Ive accepted that you're gone,
I just want to be your friend,
and somehow, ill move on.