You’re there, I’m here
I thought we’re in this together
But it turned out that the “us” that I knew
Is that there’s no you. There’s just me.
Why didn’t you take me with you?
Why is there a need for you to be there and me in here?
Whatever the reason, you’re not meant to be my girl. I’m not the one destined to put a ring on your finger and you’re not the one to bear my children.
Well, time heals all things as they say. Someday when I’m finally over you, I’m going to remember you with a smile on my face wishing and praying for your happiness.
But today, I don’t want to be sober just yet.
And while you’re still here (points to chest), I’m going to drink and miss you.
Then I’m going to drink some more and miss you more and more. You finally got the pattern, right?