No Clue

I want to talk to you
but i gotta forget.
I want you to know what you put me through
carving my inecials in your arm \"LET\"
You barely told me you loved me.
I guess it was never true.
It\'s those notes i\'ll never read.
Still you don\'t know what you put me through.
In a way i\'m glad you never call.
Just let me suffer alone.
Then I see you at the mall.
The next day I\'m getting stoned.
In those restraunts I\'ll never dine
affraid to see your face.
I hope I\'ll never cross your mind.
Still you have no clue what you put me through