I started painting over the heart on my wall

Till Dad told me, "she might come around."

I listen to the artists you got me hooked on

Till I can't bear the memories

I cry when I hear our song

Till someone comes in and I blame it on singing

I let others sit in your spot and talk

Till I can't hear your voice in my mind anymore

I wish you'd trusted me

Then I remember he actually held your heart

I still want our joint grad party

But you don't

You don't want anything to do with me

Because you trusted him more

I cut my hair and imagine you yelling

Because you hated it when I did it last time

I smile when I remember you talking to him

And tickling my foot to see if I was ticklish

I know you don't want to forgive me

But I just want to talk

I know you're going to be tentative

And I don't blame you

'Why trust someone who you thought

Was your best friend?'

I still check your profiles

To see if you're happy

'Cause if you're happy

I'm happy