I knew all along.
I should’ve listened.
I knew you didn’t want me,
Just this idea of her that you see in me.

It’s always been her.
I knew it was, and I tried to push it before starting this.
But you had convinced me it wasn’t.

It was just a cover up for you.
You thought I didn’t know.
The way you write about her,
Talk about her.

Those seven letter and one word.
That’s who it was meant to be.
After all I shouldn’t be hurt;
I knew it all along.