Maybe I’m over you. Maybe I’ve moved on. Maybe I like someone else. But maybe, I’m just a really good liar.
There isn’t a day that goes by without a thought of you.
I cared, you didn’t. I cried, you laughed. I was hurt, you smiled. I moved on, you realized what you had. Too late.
I miss you, but I’m trying not to care. I love you, but I’m trying not to show it. I want you, but what can I do when you’re not even mine.