It’s not me, it’s them.
They don’t know it yet and I’m not sure they’ll even notice.
It cuts deep.
I can’t put my finger on it, but something’s not quite been right between us for a while.
I’d turn up at their place first thing in the morning, wide eyed and excited to see them and they just don’t share the same enthusiasm.
Sometimes I stop just outside, look in the window to see if they’re up, and think ‘Would they even notice if I didn’t see them today?’
Sometimes I think they’d prefer to see someone else, rather than me.
It reminds me of when I use to fancy Charlene at school. I’d walk into the lunch hall with a smile on my face, my heart beating fast and I’d get a shot of adrenaline when I saw her. Then she’d walk straight past me and sit with Toby.
Sometimes I think maybe if I spend more time with them, things would work out? Maybe I need to spend more money on them? Would that help?
Don’t be naive.
Sometimes people need to break up to come back together.
Sometimes it’s just the end.
I know that it’s over. But I can’t believe we’re through.
They said time is a healer. And I’m better without you.
It’s gonna take time I know. But I’ll get over you.