I woke up this morning feeling the saddest I've felt in a long time...It hurts to think of everything you said to me,
and why you said them.
My mind it swims with these words,
and it's poisoning me.
What I am to you,
is not what you mean to me.
It will hurt for a long time now,
and I'm prepared for that.
You let me go,
and it still hurts.
I suppose we'll have to leave with what was left unsaid,
and what was said.
It kills me everyday to hear you say how I treated you.
I didn't treat you at all.
And if that's the worst for you,
you're in for a surprise.
Because what you thought I did wasn't bad at all.
There's been a change.
A change for you and me,
and you took a path to tear us apart completely.
You can really feel it when they take it away.
Take away all those years...
All those talks...
Those laughs....
Who was to say I wasn't going to come back to you?
Who's to say what my intentions were?
Who's to assume my actions?
It hurts.
It hurts more than you think.
And now I'm done feeling sorry for myself,
and what was lost.
I'm done making excuses,
because excuses are for losers.
And I believe I was a winner.
Because I had you.
