I thought that you were being strong,
But I could not have been more wrong;
You've already moved on,
And now you're gone.
Here I am, stuck in the same place,
When you've gone ahead and won the race.
Here I thought I was being kind,
But I got left behind.
But what good does it do to dwell
On things that never could go well?
I'm the cause of my own hell.
Your misery would not fix mine.
So I'll move on, too, and walk a line
Where I am fine.