It's been months since I left,
and the thought of you still haunts me,
I want to believe that I wasn't wrong,
that I shouldn't have stayed.

I listen to the songs you showed me,
I think about the conversations that we had,
it sounded like you really loved me,
but I knew I was lying to myself.

Months later,
you probably don't even remember me,
yet I still think about you,
wondering when I will be able to forget.