I can easily remember
what it was like to love you.
I just have to close my eyes
and I remember how it felt.
How you made me feel
when you looked at me,
smiled at me,
talked to me.
So naive...
No, I haven't forgotten.
Not just yet.
But I'm past this,
over this,
over you.
You don't really matter anymore.
I've moved on
You made me realise
that you're just not worth this;
not worth dreaming about,
not worth crying about.
'Cause it seems
that friendship
doesn't mean that much to you;
And neither do I
I'm over this,
I'm over you.
And in a few weeks time,
I will even have forgotten.
I don't need anything from you anymore.
Not even friendship.
You're not worth it anyway.
And suddenly I'm glad
I never really had you.
Goodbye...
And thank you.