There was a day when I cried myself to sleep
Because I thought of eveything I missed about you
Now I'm a better person but I remember all my mistakes as if they were yesterday
And you seem to be the only one that I'd pay to get away from
Yes I've moved on but when he asks me my wrongs
You're name is at the tip of my tongue
I was your first and you weren't my last
I knew it would happen and I'm just reeling in the past
I honestly don't miss you at all
I'm just wondering how you got me in the first place
I'm not angry but I hate to see you happy
Why didn't I make you feel this way?
And why couldn't you make me feel the same?