Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
I sat on the couch and dumped my bag on the floor. My phone buzzed and I picked it up. I had a text from an unknown number. It read 'Do I know you? ~Kalub~'. Kalub was my ex-boyfriend, I had texted him earlier that day asking him how he was. I texted him back 'No'.
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonly in your company
But that was love and it's ache I still remeber
Flashback
"Hey Frenchie!" said a male voice. I turned around and saw Kalub, with his brown hair and green eyes.
"Hey," I said. He sat next to me, and turned to his friends. Throught that whole lunch he never looked at me or talked to me. I felt neglected.
At sixth period I got a text from him, 'Wanna watch a movie tonight?'
I texted back 'Sure'. This was the moment I had been waiting for, just the two of us, watching a movie.
That night I got to his house and saw that his friends were there. I dealt with the feel of being neglected throught the night.
You can get addicted to a certain kind of love
Like resignation to the end, always the end
This has happend before. This has happend alot, and I always felt the same.
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we could still be friends
But I'll admit that I was glad it was over
Later, but still flashback
"Are you alright?" asked Kalub, stroking my red hair.
"I don't feel like 'this'" i said motioning for us, "is working out,"
"I'm sorry, I'll do better,"
"You said that-"
"Frenchie, let's just be friends,"
"Okay". A single tear escaped my eye and I quickly wipped it away. I was relived, now I didn't have to feel neglected.
But you didn't have to cut me off
Make it like it never happend and that we were nothing
I dont even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
Here we are three years later. You no longer know me, you've forgotten what we once had, what we once were. I dont need you, but i want you.
No you didnt have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records then change your number.
'How'd you get my number? ~Kalub~' asked Kalub.
'Sorry, I was just trying to text an old friend.'
'Okay, well whats your name? ~Kalub~'
'Franchescia'
Guess that I don't need that though
Now your just somebody that I used to know
Your forgotten about me. Now I need to forget about you.
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
Part of me beliving it was always something that I'd done
Maybe I did something that made you ignore me.
But I dont wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
and I wouldn't get you hung up on somebody that you used to know
'I had a girlfriend named Franchescia ~Kalub~'
'Cool'
'She was being a butt ~Kalub~'
'Oh' that made my heart drop. 'Good to talk to you'
'You too ! ~Kalub~' Now your just somebody that i used to know. I'm over you, your a jerk who just wanted to be with friends and yourself.
