Itís time to move on, I try to tell myself.
Enough is enough, why wonít my heart just be free?
Why must I be the one left here,
with wide-open wounds for all to see?
While heís off just living very happy.
Happily as can be with, as we know,
no thoughts of me.
Why canít I be happy?
I tell myself to drop it, that Iím not what he wants.
Yet part of me wonít let go and itís torture.
How does a person not want to think or like a person and yet they do?
Why is this what weíre put through?
All this for what?
To come home after a long day
and not know what heíd say.
Of course none of that matters because heís not with you,
but you still have that question floating through your brain.
You still wonder what heís thinking all the time,
why your not on his mind.
To just let my mind be free,
thatís all I ask of thee.
Go away and donít come near me.
Being near you makes me freeze,
I donít want to feel that envy.