Feeling you through heartache,
Please tell me when I can stop
thinking of you, dreaming of picture perfect
insecurities you so often showed.
I knew you'd never see through the black
bruises, makeup, facial cracks
that fill the dark, emotional gaps
I know I've left behind in you.
Live through your chaotic depression.
Pretend to be someone,
Give into the obsession you have
with hating yourself.
Move on, make up, leave me and put your feet up,
While the people around you
turn away.
You'll never forget what you made me say:
'I'm glad I loved you,
I'm glad I lost you.
I just wish I could remember your name'