I don't miss the way you talk to me,

Or how you're always there.

I miss the way you just walk on by,

And how you always stare.

I don't recall your promises,

Or how they make me feel.

I do recall those countless lies,

And how they felt so real.

I have no problem forgetting your eyes,

Or how I know their shade.

I have a problem forgetting you aren't here,

And knowing the pain will fade.

I don't know about the bond we shared,

And a friendship that could not start.

I know I don't mean all of this,

Cause it's the truth that breaks my heart.