Sometimes I wonder if you ever think back.
Do you think back to all the times that we have had?
Do you think about the good, the bad?
Because I think about it all,
and it makes me mad.
I hate that you stopped calling,
I hate that you don't care.
I wish you were out of my mind,
but instead you're everywhere.
You've managed to ingrave your name in my heart,
and you manage to still make me cry.
I simply can't forget you,
and I don't quite know why.