I definitely think a lot less about you now, 
And if anybody asked me if I’m in love, 
I’d say no, 
Because that’s what I’ve been telling myself for four months now. 
But I’d still lie if I said that I don’t care about you. 
Because I do, and I’m so angry at you. Some days, I really want to hurt you, not physically, no, emotionally, 
The way you hurt me. 
But then I remember that I couldn’t even stand seeing you cry over the death of a movie character, 
*So how could I hurt you like this?*