Well I Don't

You tell me that you want to see what happen with us in the future, that you still regret how we fell apart, that you believe you've changed.

You tell me that you still have feelings for me, that you know that you can make me happy.

Well I don't.

I don't want you back. I don't have oppressed feelings for you. I don't think you've changed, and I don't want to wait till you do.

So stop trying. Stop pretending to be my friend, just to barrage me with this bullshit, because I'm tired of it.

I'm not someone you can feel bad for, and hope that the feelings I had for you are still there.

Because they're not.

You say you wish we we could be what we once were.

Well I don't.