Are You Happy?

Why are the memories too much to handle?
The flame is slowly burning out on that lonely candle.
I don't want to cry anymore.
I don't want to be looked upon as if I'm as low as the floor.

Why am I still thinking of you?
I thought that I knew everything that I had to do.
I went back and I tried to open up once again.
Now, all I once again have is my pen.

The words that I write seem to come without thinking.
The tears won't stop no matter how much I continue blinking.
Everyone looks past me as if I'm not even there.
Why do you all continue to pretend to care?

I feel so lonely and cold.
All I ever wanted was someone to hold.
I always thought that person would be you.
Saying how you really feel is over due.

You had your chance the whole time we were together.
Now, I'm moving on. Looking for something better.
What dreams can I create in my mind this time?
Will I even allow myself to write another line?

I don't see the point anymore.
I'm losing track of the score.
Seems like everyone wins and I'm stuck at zero.
Where's Batman when you need a hero?

I'm either stuck in a romantic fantasy or a heroic one.
One more daydream and I am done.
I can't keep living with my head in the clouds.
That kind of dream isn't allowed.

I knew that the same thing would happen.
It's so funny, isn't it? Knee slapping.
I really hope that you're happy about the way it turned out.
I hope that you will never have another doubt.

Did you even have any in the first place?
No. You didn't care when it came to my case.
How many girls did you break apart?
How many are in your collection of hearts?

I don't think that you would be able to count.
What was this all about?
I have been writing for too long that I have forgotten what to say.
All these stupid mixed up feelings won't go away.

You were supposed to care.
You were supposed to be there.
You weren't supposed to leave me.
I wasn't supposed to be the only one able to see.

How do you feel now?!
Are you happy that you broke such a fat cow.
Are you happy that I hate you more than I hate the devil himself?
It's about damn time that I start thinking of myself.

I'm letting you go.
I don't need another show.
I don't want to be an actress anymore.
You're not the one that I used to adore.

Just let me go and don't tell me another lie.
I won't shed a tear. You're not worth the ones I already cried.
I think that I have found someone better.
Go ahead, I don't need you to read this letter.