Almost

I'm almost over you
and everything we've been through.
All the memories and laughter?
I'm almost over that, too.

I've almost forgotten you
and everything that you've done.
I laugh to myself because I actually thought
that you were really the one.

I've almost forgiven you
for breaking my heart in two;
and for all those nights you stayed away,
my lonliness you never knew.

I'm almost done loving you,
I hardly miss you anymore.
I don't even reach out for your absent hands
like I did before.

I'm almost through with crying,
I've got a few tears left to shed,
because all the things I wanted to say,
have still been left unsaid.

I'm almost done pretending
that maybe you really cared,
and maybe you actually stayed,
you never left me, never went anywhere.

I'm almost done regretting;
thinking that "us" could've been saved.
That maybe we'd still be together,
and you'd be with me till this day.

I'm almost done denying
'cause I think I'm ready to move on.
Remember, you're the one who choose to walk away,
I can't help that you're gone.