So now it’s over and I’ve trapped off at the club
and you’ve met someone else, we’ve both moved on
in our lives. I’ve cried my tears and remember
the memories. It was good to talk today—
no, I don’t miss you but I still do care.
You’re a nice person, a little immature.
I wish you the best in life, ill meet someone now
and be happy, I’ll get my girl in the end.
Shame it wasn’t you ****. We could be mates
but it’d stop us getting over me and you.