I crave the days we spent not butting heads.

The nights we spent in separate beds.

Every step I thought you'd take with me is lost because you don't know who to be.

I'm not waiting around for you, or for this, anymore.

I hope you're happy, but don't you dare call me again.

I regret that I ever thought we had a chance.

I tore my heart out, buried it deep inside the ground.

I didn't want it to be found, didn't want it with you around.

I found something new, something better and I can't let you affect that.

I can't let my resolve crack.

I'm not waiting around for you, or for this, anymore.

I hope you're happy, but don't you dare call me again.

I regret that I ever thought we had a chance.

My mind's stuck on the past.

Stuck on photographs and painting mental pictures using thoughts and words I misheard.

I guess I miss her, just enough to never tear myself away for good.

But would I even if I could?

I doubt I'll let this go.

I'll hold it over your head.

And when I hear your name, I know I'll never forget.

I doubt I'll care anymore.

Just live my life wasting breath.

But when you hear my name, I hope you're filled with regret.