Happy with out me

                        
I wish there was a way to make her know the level of my love for her. Yet 
I still find my self thinking of ways to make her suffer.
Is that bad? Am I a bad person? Does that make me a bad guy?
She’s not so innocent! Pfffff
If only she new about all times she made me cry! 
But would she even care? Does she even still think about me? 
Why do I care? She’s happy, living her life without me
She’s happy living her life without me.