And it’s not about me
or the way that i feel
the itch under my skin
or the tear down my cheak
It’s the way he looks with her
the smile on his face
it’s that scar that wont heal
the stranger in the mirror
it’s the uncomfortable conversations
the glares and the stares
it’s the way they hold hads
the way we used to
it’s the way they look together
it’s the way he forgot about me
it’s this last year
or valenties day
our song on the radio
or roses at night
it’s a crowded room
it’s crying all alone it’s the name i hate
the name i can’t forget
the kiss that wont leave my lips
it’s the rise in my temperature
it’s her it’s not me
it’s leading you on
it’s your voice
it’s you without me
it’s me hating her
it’s me it’s not you

it was always you