When we speak and you ask how I'm doing
I always say "I'm fine"?
How painful it is to say that to the person
behind why you're broken inside
No matter how much time has passed in
between and how hard we tried
there are some memories we can never forget,
We just learn to live without them
I'll never understand why I constantly
let you win
or pretend that what you did
to me was okay because it's not
The worst part of this is no matter what
you do, you'll always mean so much to me
If only you could let go of what
left you broken and bruised