I am lost and confused
I feel like I am being used
And although I would really like to believe
That what I feel
Is not real
And it’s nothing I can’t heal.
But who makes me desperately sad
Is the man
Which I adore.
But that is now before
Because I will not deal with him anymore
Because now, he is nothing I can’t control
My cheeks I will not be drying
Neither my floors I will be moping
Because I will not be crying
I won’t need to be denying
Because I refuse to feel like I am dying
Your face, your memory
Will be slowly fading
So don’t worry
Because I am ok.
My life has gone on
I won’t need to be holding on to your arm.