To think that once you had fallen for me,
you had already thought ‘bout moving on.
Love is blind and your lies weren’t clear to see
and I was involved in you far too long.
He cannot promise you the same things that
I can promise. No matter what you say
I am not the one you should be mad at;
look at yourself. Don’t look at me that way.
Despite all the headaches, I forgive you
for the damage. I don’t think you know how
much you hurt yourself. If only you knew
how little I’ve been thinking ‘bout you now.
Maybe the choice you made will let you change;
show you love is more than fluid exchange.
