Is it better now you've moved on?

Well I'm glad you're feeling fine.

I would not want to remind you

Of the mess you left behind

And I hope that when he holds you

You don't ever think of me.

I'd hate to think you're troubled

By my falling hopelessly.

 

I hate the way you have me,

How you're still under my skin.

I hate that I can't break free,

How even now you draw me in.

 

I'm glad you have a clear conscience

'Cause I'd hate for you to blame

Yourself for all my agony

And all of my ceaseless pain.

So you never meant to hurt me?

Well in that case it's okay

But while your life is steaming on

I stuggle with each day.