It wasn't something you said,
You didn't do anything wrong.
But you're so alike to him that
my heart can't take no more.
x/3 I'm Sorry.

How can I move on,
When everyone I met,
Is like a spitting image
of you?? x/3

This may be immature,
You might not even care.
But I only ever felt safe,
Back when you were here.
x/3

It's been a year since he let go,
So why am I still holding on??

Mine. x/3

Two Girls, One Guy.
This won't end well.

Because every night it ends the same -
Wishing that you were here.
And every morning starts the same -
Reaching for a ghost.

It's not the fact that you moved on,
the pain of that will heal.
But it didn't even take you a week.
So I have to know, was it even real?

Stop comparing the pain.
You've had it worse than me,
And she's had it worse than you.
Can't you see the cycle?

Advice is what we ask for,
When we know what to do,
But wished there was another way.

&& He says he's sorry,
as if that word holds
meaning anymore.