I miss you No, you don't You miss my words, and how they made you feel like you could live happily You do not miss me
I have decided I know what you're debating I have told you not to, many times Each time you ask for my help and for 3 long years I tried to help but it is not my job to save you
I want to die I know you feel that way, I know but tell your girlfriend, friends, better yet, tell your therapist Not I, who you left at the side of the road with a broken and confused heart Do not ask me to fix you
Oh, so you've moved on then? I rebuilt my life without you, as I saw you rebuilding yours But you came crawling back when I was finally happy And you tried to creep your way back into my veins I washed you out with the tears I shed
It is not my job to save you, and you made that quite clear to me when you told me you no longer loved me do not say you miss me now that I am gone do not try to tear me away from my new love the one who holds me when you do this
You are breaking me, and stealing parts of me in order to fix yourself