It was less painful
with you.
But I lost myself
when I lost you.
Because everything
was a lie.
And every time I see you,
it hurts deep inside.
Even though your memory
shines bright and strong,
I know, it kills me
to think of you.
I'm hurt, but still standing.
I know that
sooner,
or later,
you'll know how much
I loved you.
But one day, you'll noticed
how much you really miss me.
And figure you love me, as-well.
And maybe you'll fall for me.
The way one day I felt for you.
