I feel like I have a hole in my heart.
That something that tore us apart.
The pain I cannot bare.
Because still, I believe this is not fair.
I broke my own heart, in favor I broke yours too.
What am I expecting? To be someone new?
How could I change the past?
That’s something I wish had never last.
If I knew why I still loved you, maybe it could be true.
That I don’t just love you, out of the blue.
I know I may sound twisted, but those words I spoke.
I wish I could just take.
Cause every now and then
your face appears in my head.
Do you still dream about me?
Do you wish that just maybe..
We, us, this could still be..
The thing we use to be?
If you still love me, please let me know.
If you hate me, help me let go.
