If You Didn’t Exist

I try so hard to not wish you death.
But I’m just so damn angry you left.
I know someone else is enjoying your kiss.
It would be easier if you just didn’t exist.

It’s cruel, but it’s true.
Of course I’d miss you.
But I wouldn’t have to wonder.
If she’s the one, do you love her?

Is she a lot better than what I was?
Can she keep you away from drugs?
Will she make you better or worse?
Can I stop worrying now your hers?

I can’t keep caring, it hurts too much.
It’s been a while since I gave up on us.
You’re something I can’t keep trying to fix.
That’s why it’d be easier if you didn’t exist.