As I lay in my bed,
I think of you,
All the things we share,
All the things we went through.
I stood by your side,
even when it hurt me so,
but when you showed your dark side,
I had to let you go.
That doesn't mean that I don't love you,
I just meant I loved me more.
I couldn't take the words,
or the time you threw me on the floor.
What I think about the most is,
How I should be thanking you.
You made me stronger,
because of the shit you do.
Do I miss you? No!
I just miss the front you had.
The good you showed,
before I saw the bad!