I think this time I'm really gonna do it.
I think this time I'm really done.
Done wasting my time on you when you couldn't give a crap.
Done remembering what we used to be when you're so over that.
I need to move past you and you're beautiful eyes,
Charming smile,
Attractive talents,
Lovely personality.
I need to march right past it.
Because you've obviously forgotten all about me.
But most of all, I'm done thinking I ever meant anything to you.
I just want to know...
Why?