the woman who laid and cried in front of you that day
is not the same woman I am today
I don't cry for you
Like you thought I would
I don't feel the way you think I do
I only think of you and I
As a long term mistake
So no, I don't cry
Instead I strive
I drive in my car by myself
I read all of the books on my shelf
I feel the wind blow through my hair
Sitting in the grass on my own
For you, I no longer care.