So here I am.
I don't know why, but I remembered your birthday.
For some reason, I still feel like I have to make up for who I was to you.
I don't want anything back, and I don't want a second chance,
but sometimes I miss you.
And I have no idea why.
You're probably out celebrating.
Having the time of your life
Just like you're supposed to.
I know for a fact that you've forgotten about me.
And I'm glad. You never needed that part of me.
And neither do I.
Have the time of your life
1 comment:
i shivered a little when i read this, because i know exactly where it came from; and i was thinking the same thing in different words not too long ago.
however convoluted that sounded, i loved this.
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