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I sat there all alone,
and began to think,
to wonder,
how things could've been.

He told me he still cared,
but not in the same way,
not in the way I wanted him to,
not in the way I cared.

I sat there beginning to cry,
seeing his words appear on screen,
telling me he didn't feel the same,
and that he didn't love me.

He told me he wanted to be friends,
and not a whole lot more,
not like we used to be,
not as close as we were.

I sat there and realised,
he'd gone out of my life,
there's nothing more I could've done,
to make him change his mind.

He told me he'd never forget me,
and that I was his first love,
he told me to remember the past,
of the fun we always had.

My heart is broken,
torn up in two,
I don't know if it'll mend,
I don't know what I'll say to him,
If I see him again.

I'll always love him,
with all my heart,
I don't think that can change,
I don't think I can forget him,
I don't want to.