credits
Sometimes I actually ponder on that thought, but in actuality.
You're probably not hurting like I am, you're relieved aren't you?
I also wonder if you've forgotten me or not, but I know you haven't.
Your hatred for me is too strong for you to forget about me.
I wonder if you hurt like me.
I don't know how I feel about that.
You hate me, but you can't forget about me.
Messed up, isn't it?
