One Because You Don't Have to See the Destruction You Cause

Let me ask you a question: why do you keep hurting me? Why do you think it's okay to come and go as you please? I don't mean anything to you, so why do you like to string me along? Why is it fun for you to hurt me? You come around just long enough to make sure I'm not moving on and then disappear again, without a trace. You seek me out to make sure I'm not moving on with someone you don't want me to move on with and once you get that satisfaction, I go back to not existing. But every time you call me, every time you contact me, every time you seek me out, you bring to the surface things I try to bury. I try to make a life for myself, without you. But somehow you take up an awful lot of space for someone who is never around. You get to move on with your life, you get to have the life I wanted with you, with someone else. Why can't I do the same? You can't come around in those magic moments where you find yourself alone and your girl isn't around, say two sentences and leave. You don't get to do that. I deserve to forget you the way you forget me.