Being forgotten is a different type of pain.

Watching you flirt with other men.

Hurts.

I want you to be happy.

And you are.

But it still hurts.

It hurts to see how quickly you got over us.

How quickly you threw me away,

Throwing me onto the road,

right as a truck drives past.

It hurts to see you get into that same truck.

The same one that ran me over.

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It hurts to be forgotten by you.

When you still take over my every thought.

When you still control my heart.

It hurts to be forgotten by you.

When I thought you loved me too?

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