Last night I dreamt about us,

About the beautiful love that we shared,

And even though I'm the one that said we're done, there's,

Still a lump in my throat when I hear your name, I'm so ashamed that you think,

You're happy (without me x2)

So what were we to begin with? Did you really have feelings?

Are you that self-centered? Was I just on your checklist?

Did you let me catch feelings just to throw me out into the wilderness?

(Was our love a statistic? x2)