I think she's over you
Whether or not it leaves you black and blue
She's returning the favor
She's just doing the same to you
So listen here's what she'll do
She'll listen to you talk
As she crosses her heart
Never to be with you again
You left her hanging there
Her hands cold and bare
Stomach all in knots
She stared as you walked away
With another lovers hand in yours
As the rain poured
Now you're back for more
There won't be anymore tears for her to pour
Over you
I guess you can understand
When her heart is empty
There used to be plenty of love in there
You left her watching
You and someone else
Hand in hand
I think she's over you
What else is she supposed to do?
She won't be crawling back
Anymore
Like she used to do
This is what you made her do
Heartless yet kind
This will forever
Stain her mind
She'll never trust as easily as she once did again
She's left looking back on where it began
And where it all was to end
I think she's mostly over you
Still may cry some tears
But what else is she supposed to do?
You gave her so much to remember
This isn't over
She won
I won
Now just press send.

I b̵̛̺̜̬̖̝͓͘l̸͎̺̯͇̰̈͛̈́͝a̶̞͉̖͊̉m̸̺̰̕̕ẹ̶̡̬̈́͠ͅ you
For tur̸̢̺͕̣̳͕͐͐̓̋̒̒n̵̡̻̳̬̤̄̐̐͋͒̍í̸͚̦̼͜ň̶̠͚͖̲͓̠̊͊̀g̷̠̑ ̶̤̪̙̪͉͗̅͊m̶͔̖̓̄̌́̃̓ę̸̨̩̘͎́͗̚ ̷̪̉̑́ͅi̸̹͖̮̰̐n̸̰̿̉̽ț̷̛͙ơ̴͕͉̟̦̭̂͗͠ ̷̨̬͖͖͍̄t̶͎̠͚̺̻͂͌̕͠ĥ̶̳͕̼͚̖̕i̶̫̿̀͋͝ş̵̭͙̜̓̃̏̓͗́
Cause that happy cheerful girl you knew before,
You killed when you forcefully locked down the door
To the future home she thought she'd share with you
You kept stirring the b̴̝͐̒͊̓r̶͕͉̜̙̆̍̈́́͒͜͝e̷͕̪̼̫͕͇͒̂̅̑̅̚ẅ̷͈̯́
Until the *** o̸̡̝̪̜͔̤͂̎̕͝͝v̷̜̭̀̊͗̾ȩ̶̪̙̻͍̱̒̓̐ŕ̸̡͖̞̐̇͝f̵̮͕̘͙̠̎͗̿ĺ̵̡͖͈͙͔̯̅ö̸́̿­̦̞̖̹͚͎w̸̞̐̀̕ͅĕ̸͚d̴̢̳͚͍̞̀̒̈́̑͋
Because while you're still young,
She's aged enough to be able to tell
***** and sweethearts apart
She's gained the knowledge of someone older
So while you're out there in your self-loathing
She'll be out here
G̷̺̩̱͂́l̷͉͇̳̒͒͜o̸͈̻͙͎͐̉w̶̤̗̅̈́̚ḯ̷̡̛̥͇̬͂̈́͘n̵̢͚͉̿̆͌̕̕g̸̢͕̺̪̤̈̀
But­ don't let that fool you
She's not t̴͉̰̤͉̀́̿͝h̴̲̎̈̑́̚e̴̲̲͙̓̑̊̓̓̕ͅ ̵͉͍̑͊͆͠s̸͍̲̗̊̂̽͜͠ḁ̵̡͇͖̰̾̈́m̵͓͇̖̮͚̠̄͆͊̐e̷̦͐́ ̵̳͎̘̅̔͑g̶̗̞͑͛̊ï̷̥͇͑̇͋r̵͕͕̈́͛̔̾̈̕ļ̶̳̳̟̜͔̉̇
as she was once before
s̸͕͋̒̀ḧ̸͇́̇̽͠ę̸̺͉̀͗̀͠'̴̞̫̟̋̎̉s̸̘̾͂ ̸̩͈̬̦̚g̶̨̛̮̺̅ô̴͇t̷̫̔́̕͜ ̸͔͋ā̷̤̑̓ ̸̖̈ḃ̴̳̳͖͑̑̏ĭ̶̛̯͍̭̍ͅt̶͕͖̠͠͝ ̶̹̪̃͆͐̚ȍ̴͙̖̈́̍͠f̵̺̖͎͛̇ ̸͖̟́͝a̸̟͔͕̤͗̅́͘ ̶̧̘̯͔̒̀ẗ̸̢̳̹́͠ḩ̴̻͉̗͊͒͊i̸͉̾c̴̙̻̔̔͜k̷͓̄͌̔è̸̥̟̓͆͜r̴̙̉ ̴̞͉͆́͐ş̶͙̘̻͂͐ķ̴̠̥̎̕ͅi̶̛̜͐͘n̸̗͚̠̬̑͒̕͝ ̴̲̀͑̂͛n̵̬͒o̷͕̜͊̈́̈̅ẃ̷̢͈͍̭
Ţ̶̭̿̈́h̴̭̗̣̒̽̄ḁ̴̡̤̥͌́ṋ̴̘̩́k̴̘͑̚s̷̰͑͛̌­̘ ̷̢̹́̿f̵̬̰̎̓̇͆ô̴̯̮̇̒̊r̵̻̲̲̈́ ̵̫̀̒̽ṁ̶̞̝̑͘a̷͖͒k̷̨̨̯̾͋͛ì̸̼̖n̶̮̈́̔͐̅g̶̰̽ ̴͈͇̯͠m̶̘̽̈́̈́̕é̵̼͠ ̶̢̼̱̅͊̈s̶̨̅ţ̶͍̅͒́͝ṟ̷̈́̊̚o̷͎͛͂́̆n̶͕̪̞͑͗̌̕͜ḡ̷͇͒̚

She'll be with him longer
Than I was
She'll give him better memories
With a hand to hold
I wasn't good enough
Not the perfect girl
and I can't
bear that

What happened to us? Was it my mistake?

So close we were just a few months before,
and look at what we’ve become now.
We said that we would never change,
together we promised to stay, always.

What happened to us? Was it my mistake?

Loads of ego there is in both of us;
not ready to bend, either of us.
Days pass by and I still wait for you to call;
I wonder, “Do you wait for me too?”

What happened to us? Was it my mistake?

People ask me about you, how you’ve been;
“We don’t talk anymore,” is all I say.
For what else can I say now?
Is there even anything left of us?

What happened to us? Was it my mistake?

Anything I’d do now to get back
again; what we once had.
Everything we’ve been through
still makes me wonder-

What happened to us? Was it my mistake?

She didn’t ask for jewels or clothes.
She didn’t ask for anything you could find in a store.

She only asked that I come back to her
&
that I bring with me a single leaf.

That is how Central Park
turned into a desert
and I,
the mad fool
picking through the grains of sand.

We could talk about everything,
laugh about nothing
and turn any day
into an adventure.

It wasn’t only that she was pretty
or smart
or felt like a part of me.

It was that she could give me something that I had hardly ever found before.

She could **** my mind in the most beautiful of ways
and make me ***
these ****** thoughts of mine.

Tearing turns to torn
as passion and pain
ebb into remorse.

I wish I could come,
and come undone,
within you forevermore.