I’ve still got your pictures   In my notebook   And I know its because you’ve still got   Me on your hook   You had me at “hello”   You had me when I said “goodbye”   And now there is nothing left to do   But sit alone and cry.      I still read your letters and notes   They are all still in my backpack   I have kept them all   Then I think of how much you hurt me   And I want to burn them all   But I cant because…   I don’t really know.      I still think about us   What if?   I can’t forget you   I have moved on though   I still wonder a lot   If you still think about me   I really liked you   (you don’t even know)   and I probably still do   I’ve still got your pictures   In my fucking notebook.