UghDamn

I know I can't take one more step towards you
'Cause all that's waiting is regret
Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore
You lost the love I loved the most

I learned to live half alive
And now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?</span>




I miss you- but what's in the past is in the past, even if it's still in the present. It's just different now; we're different. Seperate. 
It's funny that most of my depression derives from you, from dwelling on the past. Even if I feel that way every time I see something you do that hurts, I'm just going to remind myself that I don't need you anymore since you've obviously moved on. This will be the last time, or so I hope. 

Probably not.