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.


