This time

I’ve been here so may times
Maybe that’s the reason it hurt less, than before.
I am not saying I didn’t care.
I am just grateful for what we had.

Maybe I should be bleeding, pleeding.
Yet for some reason I am not heartbroken, I am not grieving.

Go on, say what you got to say.
Give reasons why we not here anymore.
When they ask you say it’s all my fault.
I just don’t care anymore
It’s not that I never loved you.
You know the truth, you know how much I wanted you.
I did everything.
And that’s why it feels okay without you.

Maybe I’ll find somebody new, when you have already settled down.
The thought just doesn’t bother me anymore.
Maybe you’ll have a family, finaly when you’re ready. And I will be in the hands of the one I am enough for. It really doesn’t matter anymore.
I swear I’ll still be happy for you.
I don’t feel misery, I am not mourning.

Sometimes we want something and it doesn’t want us back.
Then we stop wanting it and realise it’s not all bad.
There was a time I couldnt even sleep at night.
Wondering who you holding, somewhere between the break ups I stopped feeling.
it doesn’t even hurt.

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