You walked away from me and didn't even know it. You walked off into the cold night air, feeling only the excitement of new love, as my heart broke into a thousand pieces. In too much of a hurry to see the boy next door. In too much of a hurry to worry about anyone but yourself. Do I sound bitter? Maybe I am. You walked away from me, to the boy next door, and you didn't even know what you left behind. Didn't even realize that someone already loves you. That someone already loves you for everything you are and everything you are going to be. You didn't even know that you walked away from my dreams, my hopes, me. And I watched you do it.
You walked away from me and didn't even know it, and I sat their watching you do it. I didn't try to stop you; I would never have done that. If it makes you happy, that's all that matters. If it makes you happy, that's all that matters. If it makes you happy, that's all that matters. That's what I have to keep telling myself as I light another cigarette and wait. And wait. And wait until you walk on by. Until you disappear into the darkness. Until the only things that remain are a bit of burned up paper, dirty fingers, and a pile of ashes.
You walked away from me and didn't even know it and I sat there watching you do it. And it was both masochistic and therapeutic. It was like going to a funeral. It helped me realize that it was truly over. That it was truly over before it even began. It was like burying a dream.
You walked away from me and didn't even know it, and I sat there watching you do it, and I buried my dream. I buried my dream. I buried my dream down deep. And I think of ways to look happy around you. To smile and nod and pretend everything's fine, when in reality, my world is crumbling around me. Just have to keep it together, just have to keep it together, just have to keep it together in front of you and everyone else.
You walked away from me and didn't even know it, and I sat there watching you do it, an I buried my dream, an dI smiled and nodded. And I sat and wathced you walk away, arm and arm with the boy next door. And I wave for a long time, but you never look back. And somehow I don't think you ever will.
You walked away from me and didn't even know it, and I sat there watching you do it, and I buried my dream, and I smiled and nodded, and I said my goodbyes. And then I stood up, turned, and walked away from you, without you even knowing it.
