Every single day, when you creep across my mind,
I really start to miss you,
I start to miss you all the time.
I think about the past, and how much you took from me.
I can hear your southern voice, inside my head,
All the "maybes" and "we'll sees".
And then I start to wonder
What it might be like,
If you had never left, and did the things you did that night.
But it was all your choice, so I tell myself, move on.
I'm better off without you,
Even though I’ve cried since you've been gone.
And a part of me deep down,
Hopes that you cry too,
And that you feel awful, about what you put us through.
And I hope that she was worth, all that you left behind,
Because now that I’ve moved on,
I’ve realized you’re such a waste of time.
I have what you never were,
And who you couldn’t be.
He fills the ache inside my heart,
From the pain of you leaving me.
And every single day, when I start missing you,
I realize how lucky I am, that he does what you wouldn’t do.