I was listening to sad songs. And to my surprise, yes i got a little upset and that was it. I'm getting over it i guess. Normally i'd want to get revenge, payback, i would see our breakup as a challenge to see who does better and who gets a relationship first. Well, i'm over with that phase. I wouldn't mind being single for as long as it takes to wait for the right one. I no longer want to show you i'm doing way better because i'm busy trying to prepare myself for when you get into a relationship with someone else. I know i'm handling all this quite well, but once i crack, i start from scratch again, thats why i'd rather give it everything i've got to pull through this. I'm already struggling with this, exactly why i want to mentally prepare myself for when you move on to a new girl and a happy life. I'm a whole different person now, maybe not a big change that is visible to everyone, but its a huge change for me. Half of my friends dont even know we've broken up. I'm doing a good job holding myself together right ? Deserve an award of some sort haha. But i'd really hope that you won't forget about me, i'd hope we will keep in contact,i mean i can be your guidance through life, or simply the one you run to when you need a shoulder.
I heard that you're settled down
That you found a girl and you're married now
I heard that your dreams came true
Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you
Old friend, why are you so shy?
Ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light
I hate to turn up out of the blue, uninvited
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it
I had hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded
That for me, it isn't over
Never mind, I'll find someone like you
I wish nothing but the best for you, too
Don't forget me, I begged, I remember you said
Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead
Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead
You know how the time flies
Only yesterday was the time of our lives
We were born and raised in a summer haze
Bound by the surprise of our glory days
Nothing compares, no worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes, they're memories made
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?
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