This is not Goodbye

 

And then, I'll spend my day in reminiscence,
To all the memories we made.
Thinking about all of our old conversations,

Remembering all of our sweet words,
Crying over all of our harsh fights.
I'll go over how it all started,

 And how it all ended,
And how I pretended that it's all actually over for me,
And how I cried nights after nights.

 Till, one day I finally decided to stop hurting over someone who doesn't care;
Till I put my foot down.
And I was free.