Do you ever stop and wonder about me?
About what we have been through together?
Or what we could have been?
Do you think about about me now?
About how my life has been working out,
since you left me to my own destruction?
Or weather or not I miss you?
I think about you.
More than I should.
I think about how much you hurt me,
and how much I once loved you.
I think about the lies, and I think about what came out of what you and I had.
And that is the fact that the day you left me was the happiest day of my life.