For sure, I have moved on
Long gone and forgotten
Yet your presence haunts
My everyday existence
Drowning daily in your presence
And your silly flirtations
With a girl I used to trust
One I called my friend
Of everyone, what is she to you?
You never minded her
Or paid the slightest bit attention
You shrugged off her advances
And now you bask in them?
Is it your form of revenge?
Or a way to forget to me?
To not remember us
And what we used to be.
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 9:18 AM UTC
For sure, I have moved on
Long gone and forgotten
Yet your presence haunts
My everyday existence
Drowning daily in your presence
And your silly flirtations
With a girl I used to trust
One I called my friend
Of everyone, what is she to you?
You never minded her
Or paid the slightest bit attention
You shrugged off her advances
And now you bask in them?
Is it your form of revenge?
Or a way to forget to me?
To not remember us
And what we used to be.
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