I feel like I’m just another girl to you,

Another piece of music that belongs on your guitar,

Another melody you’ll play late at night when you miss me, a chorus that you sing are the words you wished you said to me, the music video, a scenario, you’ve imagined time and time again.

Tell me, mister, the guy who doesn’t want my photo in his wallet, doesn’t want my chords on his six string guitar, a guy who doesn’t want my face burned into his mind whenever he closes his eyes.

Why can’t you forget about the girl you once loved?