I’m supposed to miss you.
I’m supposed to feel incredibly alone.
Is it wrong that I’m relieved
That I don’t have to keep pretending?
I wish I could feel sympathetic;
I wish I could show I cared.
But somehow I’m smiling
At everyone else’s wasted tears.
Tell me you know it’s wrong. Let me move forward knowing You’re going to pay for this crime. They say it’s okay for me to cry. They stare as I look away. I don’t think they’d understand Or believe me if they knew. Maybe I should just forgive. But how I feel doesn’t matter To a body in a box. Sometimes I wish I would’ve lied. Sometimes you haunt my dreams. But maybe now I can sleep Since my bed is finally mine. You broke me with no remorse. You abandoned me in desolation. So I’m laughing my good-bye. |




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