Shiver at the thought of you being over me,
cry at the facts that supply absolutely no relief,
if only she could see who i could really be,
instead i roll and turn the "other" cheek,
a new leaf, that's the old me,
lets be brief, i've moved on past the grief.
I don't want you to believe,
that you could help or try to fix me,
believe me, people have tried,
still i wake up every morning to get red eyed,
wide eyed and tongue tied,
damaged bads since i tried,
i'm going through changes,
looked at our pictures seems like that was ages,
ago that we were happy together,
but forget it, lonely i guess i am better.