It's You Again

I just got sick again.
You crept back into my head like you're not supposed to.
But why did you have to go, and why did you slam the door.
Is that supposed to mean you don't love me anymore?
You said you'd never leave and we'd always stay the same but then you turned around and walked the other way.
You told me I'm supposed to move on and that it's better like this.
That we probably shouldn't speak, and please forget our last kiss.
But your smiles in all the pictures she takes makes me go back to the days.
When we would just lie in the grass and talk about nothing, the endless night that made up everything.
Me and you and all the things we used to do.
But now that's through.
And I have to get over it and be happy with where I am today, though I'll always miss hearing your voice begging me to stay just one more night.
You made a hole right in my heart that no one could ever fill, and it's fine this way maybe you'll come back some day.