I kind of miss the times we’ve spend together.
All the fun we had, you always made me laugh
But if I think about us, about the past
I also have to think about all the lies that you
Told, I thought that you would be mine
But the joke was on me. Still now, I don’t know
Why you did this to me, did you like to make
mascara run down my face? Did you like to see?
That I had all that pain? But hey it’s ok.
I hate you now and I know that I will probably never make
The same mistake again.