You know this is all madness, our happy games of pretend,
I feel my throat constrict, hearing you talk of her with such wonder,
A fist clenched involuntarily; it was my choice, I recall,
I was the one who said "the end", and I can't blame you
But sometimes, especially now, I really wish that I could.

I'll keep on smiling, but I know it doesn't reach my eyes,
Not when I can still see you (and therefore, her) on the edge of my vision
My choice, my choice, I have to remind myself, it was all my choice
Why can't I remember the reason that it ended anymore?
All I see when I close my eyes is how happy we were together,

And when I open them, I see how happy you are now... without me.