I Still Cry Over You

Life would be so much easier if I didn’t care,
If I could just write things off with a dismissive flair.

I would be able to look at my photo album without crying,
Walk past the old haunts without deeply sighing.

There would be no heart-wrenching regret,
Over your opinions I would not fret.

If our song started playing I wouldn’t get sad,
I would look back on all the fun times we had.

The problem is that I do care about those things,
And I do remember the tear stained rings.

When ever that song plays I still cry,
It doesn’t matter how much to myself I lie.

Every time I think of you,
I wish those times were few.

I tell myself you mean nothing to me,
But for that lie I shall never be free.

You were my everything,
Even though I meant nothing.