Why am I still here, thinking of you... All I wanted to was talk and try to save our friendship, but you just wanted to run. You ran, and I was left with was my thoughts. Thoughts that keep me from moving on, and I just can't just get rid of them. All because you were too scared to listen. How am I so caught up on such selfish coward...
Now you keep bringing up the good times we had together... We'd still be making them if only you'd have lifted a finger... spared me a second thought... I want it back too, but I can't go back. Not while I know that you'll just leave it again over absolutely nothing.