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.