You Have A Life

I found this buried in my trunk and thought I'd bring it out into the light--not because I think it's great writing--I don't. More as a marker of how I've grown with my writing; at least I hope I have! I still like it for the emotion it conveys and for the melancholy memory it brings back to me.

I try so hard to forget your name,
Remind myself it isn't the same.
It feels so good when I can say
"I only thought of him ONCE today."
Then all my frustration reappears.
I wipe away these foolish tears.
I start to wonder if our love was real.
Cause you can't understand the way that I feel.

You have a life and it's without me.
But I can't rejoice that I am now free.

No more accusations, no more vicious fights.
No more waiting through long, lonely nights.
But nights aren't lonely since you went away.
Now they're just empty. I wait for the day.
Sometimes to help through feeling this blue
I look at your pictures and fantasize you.

You have a life and it's without me.
You don't even care cause you're really free.

I'm mad at myself. I just can't let you go.
But maybe won't is a better word though.
I won't let go and I almost don't care.
Maybe that's why I'm going nowhere.

You have a life and it's without me.
I am just empty and empty's not free.