you made it seem like it was so easy to get over someone you love

tell me how you were able to fall in love with the first girl you met right after me

tell me how you were able to look into her eyes without feeling any shame

because the second i look at someone else's, i can do nothing but glance away

tell me how you were able to make her smile without feeling something is missing

because the minute i smile at someone else, i can do nothing but miss our drunken laughs

tell me how you were able to get over me

so effortlessly,

so easily,

so willingly,

as if i almost meant nothing to you

maybe i was meant to be that girl
who is not your first love
and will never be your last
only a random girl from your past

maybe i was meant to be that girl
that would take you so little to replace
only one or two days for you to chase
until you find a one with prettier face

maybe i was meant to be that girl
that would take you so little to forget
no more than to shed a couple of tears
and light a couple of cheap cigarettes

i wish i could be one of those girls
who still have faith in something called love
who still have a heart so naive and fragile
who still can feel those butterflies inside

i wish i could be one of those girls
who can feel their heart is beating
without needing to check if it does
and still have some sparks of love inside

i wish i could be one of those girls
who believe in the concept of "love of your life"
and dream about meeting them in their favorite café
like they've always read in those books of romance

i wish i could be one of those girls
who always see the princess treatment
who are spoiled with nice gifts and flowers
who are worth writing songs and poems for

i wish i could be one of those girls
who aren't afraid of something called love
who don't have a heart so rotten and broken
who don't know the feeling of not being loved

i want to forget you the same way
you forgot about my birthday

i want to forget that i've waited for 24 hours
for you to text me only two words

i want to forget how much i cried on that day
thinking about why you couldn't treat me the same way

i want to forget that you made me pick her birthday gifts
a bouquet of purple lilacs and a green dress

i want to forget how long i kept staring at her pictures
wishing i was the one with the flowers in my hands

i want to forget how you made me think i wasn't worth any of that
even a "happy birthday" message was too much for me to get

i am afraid i won't be able
to escape from repeating
my mom's fate, and end up
with a guy just like my dad

then about twenty years later
i'll tell my daughter on a coffee table
you were my right person, wrong time
with tears in my eyes and a ring on my finger

the other day
my mom was talking about
her right person, wrong time
with tears in her eyes

while trying to comfort her
i told that if it was the right man
the time would be right too
as if i believed that nonsense

she turned me and asked
"do you really think that
your father was my right
person, right time then?"

i will never forget the time when my mom said
"i was about to enter your room then i heard your voice
that you were talking on the phone with someone
it was the happiest you sounded in my whole life
since the first day you were born in this world"

that day she couldn't even knock on my door
because she was afraid that the slightest noise
would make our fragile happiness fade away
while standing still on the other side of the wall
she listened you giving me the joy i never had in life

the woman who raised me, witnessed my entire life
my first step, my first word, my first love
told me i've never been as happy as i was with you
even my mom misses the way you made me laugh
how can i not?