Sandra

I wouldn't say I've moved on, I wouldn't say I'm close to ok
Or that you no longer feel me or no longer stand in my way

I'm not too proud to admit to you now,
that I'm still nothing more than a wreck
I do intend not to pretend til the end

I wrote us a song, you weren't singing along, but I hope you'll be missing me too
I held onto too long, I did everything wrong. But I hope you'll be missing me, like I will miss you