It’s hard to look at you now and see the scars that I’m left with. Hate that you got off scott-free, unscathed.
It’s hard to see everyone living life as if nothing happen. On your side. Making me out to be the crazy one.
Ignorance truly is bliss. Crying over what I know, while you laugh in my face. You always win.
The ties are broken forever. To me, you died when I found out. Trust me, it’s better this way.
The sly remarks, silent looks, and cold shoulders are all you will get from me, because you chose to find love elsewhere. You made your bed. So, please, lay in it, and leave me alone.
Nothing like the pain felt from the first man I ever knew. Daddy’s little girl no more.
You’re just someone I used to know…