Do you think of me the way I think about you everyday?

Although, you've moved on to someone new, someone who loves you, I'm still holding on.

I have someone, but it's not the same, to not you. I wish I didn't have to think that way, but it's true.

I don't want to say that I love you, but I have a strong feeling like glue.

I'm stuck on you.

I want to cry, but all my tears have been used up.

And where I've kept them is in a cup.

A cup full of regrets and memories.
A cup I want to spill and start over, but I can't.

I want to fix all I've done. But I know I'm not the one.

Everyday I can't help but feel the urge to just hold you and not let go, but you have someone to do that so.

I suppose I do too, but it's nothing compared to you.

As bad as it sounds, as selfish as it may be, you're the only thing I can ever see.

I wish I wasn't sulking in this doubt, I wish I could just leave you as you left me.

I want to somehow be  free.

But I'm being dragged down by the memory that is you, and even if it's a few, I can't help but want you.

I can't change anything, I'm nothing like her.

I don't have the smile, the rebellion, the works like her.

I'm nothing like her, I should be fine with that.

I should keep the thought that if you truly loved me, you'd love me for who I am.

I can't help but want to change to just have you.

Don't you want me too?

I don't get what's the difference from my memories, what's kind and what's true.

I can't figure out anything from you.
All I know is, I miss the memories of you.