Lost Good Times

Sitting in class thinking of you
And how you left as if it was your cue
I don't want to think about those lost good times
But they ring in my head like millions of wind chimes
You said you didn't want to hurt anyone
Even though you hurt me, the only one
You seem to not even care if I were dead
At least I am becoming accustomed to dread
Now it feels weird to truly be happy
I know it sounds sappy
But I would do anything for you
Though you would do nothing for me