What should I do?

I really don’t know what to feel or do.
Should I miss you?
Because a part of me wants to see your face,
and the other thinks you’re a disgrace.
I don’t feel any different from yesterday.
At least that’s what I say
As I lay in silence, there’s was no violence,
or acid rain. But there sure as hell was pain.
But now there’s only a faint memory left behind,
of the painful love story in my mind.
That has no effect not even you my fatal defect.
Now you’re just that old friend that I lost in the end.