Be happy for me,
because I didn't cry,
I knew it would happen,
but you never said why,
I'm a hopeless romantic,
you're a terrible flirt,
and I bet you just love it,
every time I get hurt,
the next time you come back,
I won't be standing here,
so maybe this time,
you could cry all those tears,
I took you again,
after you had pushed me away,
I know you'll probably beg,
but my decision won't sway,
every time you said "I love you",
I thought you meant me,
just so sick of your games,
that I'm setting "us" free
