it was a couple minutes after six,
when you broke up with me,
said we're too damaged to be fixed
the problem was with you,
and not with me

days passed and i kept to myself
i couldn't say a word
too afraid to break down before you and lose my worth
cause how could i cry over a boy?
when it's expected for them to treat you like a toy

i told you it's fine, that I'll be okay
i told you that i understand
but no matter what ihad to say,
you always had the upper hand

before i knew it, it was too late
i couldn't hold on to lost memories anymore
because you want to be set free
so i had to learn to let you go