I guess there are a lot of things that still hurt, and your still one of them. Because you broke my heart before it even had time to heal, because you treated me like I mattered less than anything, because when its good it good, but when its bad its worst.
I saw your friend in his car pulling off your street. It depressed me terribally. I guess it depressed me because I knew he was coming from your house. Your arm around me, we’d maybe sneak a look or a kiss. But don’t worry, because I don’t need you.
I don’t need your permission to be happy. I am happy without you. I guess there are a lot of thingd that still hurt, but you’re not going to be one of them anymore.