Seconds to minutes, and minutes to hours.
As we talk our words become nothing but laughter.
Days become months and our love becomes hate, and I realize it's to late.
Just like promises are broken before they're made.
Like I said, it's too late.    

You want honesty and I want loyalty.
But you've found him, and I've found myself drowning with my own tears.
Nothing is left but the memories we had.
I lie to my self and pretend I don't care, but then I find myself lacking air.

The memories remain, and one by one I try to forget but it is the only thing I have left.
What was once happiness is now bitterness.  
But I thank you and those memories for showing me the hardest things in life are yet to come.
No, I'm not done.
I will move on.