You said you didn’t mean it
when you told me you loved me
under a sky of empty promises
that used to shine so brightly.
I guess I should’ve known
I’d never be good enough for you.
I should’ve known
that someone like you
would never look at me
the way I’ve looked at you.
Some time has passed now, and
I see you
moving down the street in the
moonlight, with some other girl
you hardly even know.
You brush the hair out of
her face after the
wind swept it in front of
her eyes.
You used to do that for me.
You said it was because
you would be able to see me better.
I should’ve known
it wasn’t true.
I should’ve known
it was all a game to you.
I’m sure you’ll lie to her too
and tell her she means more than anything.
And that she’s special
and you want to be with her
until the stars turn to dust.
I’m sure you’ll tell her
you love her
just like you used to say to me.
The best part is
when I told you all those things in return,
I meant it.
The worst part is
I still do.