You sit there in silence; do nothing but listen,

think of the moment, that you knew things were different,

You open your mouth, to say the words in your head,

But the words, “Never mind,” are what come out instead,

And I think that the thing is you don’t know what to say,

you hold back your feelings, and indulge in the way,

a smile breaks your heart, and, “Goodbye” shoots you dead,

because the truth never comes, when lies hang by a thread.

So just close the door, let the storybook close,

Cause you know in the end, how the fairytale goes,

You’ll ask how I feel, And I’ll say, “Never mind.”

For better or worse, You were still never mine.