Getting Over You
I sit here and I write this, crying uncontrollably.
"Why are you with her when you said that you loved me?"
And as I continue writing my pain begins to die,
but still the question keeps coming up,
and again I ask it... "Why?"
I keep on writing now, just mad, my hurt is all but gone.
I hate what you have done to me and the person you've become.
My anger builds and now I only want revenge on you.
I refuse to be the only one, you'd better get hurt too!
And when I find the perfect way to get you back and win,
it doesn't matter anymore, my feelings change again.
I'm no longer mad and/or upset, you're no longer worth
my time. I'm over you and proud to say,
"I'm gunna be just fine!"