It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.
*(and it’s been longer
since I’ve been able to think about you
without breaking down.)*
I didn’t think you’d be here,
much less talk to me.
(Worth your time now, am I?)
It’s nice to see you; I’ve noticed you’ve put on some weight,
but that smile of yours
(the one that I love)
hasn’t changed a bit.
How have you been?
Ah, still dating him, eh?
**(and you still hang all over him,
God that used to **** me off.)**
That’s good, I suppose…
**(seeing how you left me for him, he’d better have ******* stuck around)**
You two were an unlikely pair
*(I never told you what he said that night
two months before he starting dating you)*
but I guess that doesn’t matter anymore.
Do you have any close friends anymore?
(anyone who can keep your secrets as well as I did?)
**(or did you desert everyone like you deserted me,
too caught up in “love” to bother with anyone else?)**
And tell me, do you believe that you’re beautiful now?
(Are my words still on your mirror?)
Do you remember those things I used to tell you
to make you smile?
**(Did he ever do that for you?
Or did he just **** you really well?)**
Do you ever think about me?
(Do you miss what we had?)
**(And does it hurt you as much as it hurts me to remember?
I hope it does.)**
Do you remember that promise you made me,
right before you told me we were over?
(I was willing to forgive you. I was willing to believe…)
**(if you actually gave a **** about keeping me around.)**
You hurt me so much.
(Why couldn’t we have worked this out?)
(I really meant so little to you?)
I still love you, you know.
I hate you for what you did to me.
…I think I miss you.
Why couldn’t you have tried a little harder?