C'est la vie.
Best Shot
You ripped my heart out, you killed everything I am. And then I asked, “Is that the best you can do?”
I still miss you. Maybe I just miss the idea of you. I’ll never miss the way you told me to never contact you again though. Like I was some kind of stalker. Tell me, how many other girls do you smite with your old lie, “I love you.” I regret ever caring about you. If I ever see you again and you make some lame attempt at friendship, I’m getting a restraining order.
Who’s Cowardly
I hate that you were too cowardly to admit that you loved me….but even more than that, I hate that I am too cowardly to acknowledge that maybe you never did.
