Already broken, already gone. Already know you're moving on.

Where are you when I feel like telling you things I want you to hear?

I don't understand why you put in so much effort for _. When it was your day I spent so much time making you a nice card, visiting your place the first time when you were sick, and I even brought cake to your house. Unfortunately I also brought _ that day. Screw that. Tell me why you spend so much time with me if everyone around me tells me you're crazy about her. You avoid the question.

Do you not remember when that used to be us?
Why should you have an impact on me at all, why should you care about me, why are you doing so many small nice things everyday that I appreciate very much but you never see? Why does this bother me.

Move on.

"Cause I still don't know how to act, don't know what to say. Still wear the scars like it was yesterday."