Sometimes I wonder about what could have been
Often times I get lost in reminiscing
We still talk from time to time
And I keep from asking certain questions
You were my first love, my first scar
I don’t like to talk about it
So instead I just pretend
Pretend you didn’t break my heart
Acting as if there’s a chance that we could be friends
You call me a stranger
You only knew me at 19
And after you I became a different person
I never make the effort to reach out
I feel as if you only do it
So you don’t feel as bad
You might think this burnt bridge you can mend
I’m only nice to you because whenever I hear from you
I can only think about what could have been…
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