It's starting to hurt less and less
When I think of you
And the time we spent together.
Is that what moving on is?
Feeling ready to get back in the game
When you never thought you would again?
Still missing you,
But not in the same way,
Or for the same reasons?
Not being angry because we broke up,
But because you said we'd always be friends,
And I believed you?
That was stupid of me.
I'm finally moving on,
And it's about damn time.