Laughing

I didn't really laugh I could have, though. At who? At myself? At her? At the irony of it all? She always left an imprint on me. Always gave me a new way of thinking And left afterward. I didn't even think about it Until I looked for a song I saw her play On a game Ironic, I guess She gave me this good song, not even on purpose Then told me I was a terrible person in the meanest way She didn't realize the gift she'd given me Was it much of a gift anyway? Maybe not I do appreciate it It isn't even really all that funny. But I laugh at unhumorous things often So it's okay I'll be okay Don't worry (Am I telling you that or myself?) I don't need to bother with her anymore But I'll keep the song.