And someday, not far From today, you'll wake up, and won't feel like, the person who hurt you, is sitting on your chest anymore. You may not even notice, How breathing is suddenly Easier and you have moved on...
I used to love thinking about you But I'm sick of this just because of you I don't know how your doing Neither I am interested to ask "honey how are you "? You can say I'm being mean to you Don't worry darling this what I have learnt from you I do pass from front of your house But unfortunately I don't look for you