I should not be asking myself why.
Cause every day that I do, I slowly die.
You can see by the stains on my face, that I have been crying.
Every tear shed is another step dieing.
I live every day living the past wondering how all you said was lies.
Now my soul slowly dies.
Think about all the memories and the past.
How it was gone so fast.
But you let it all go.
You should have said no.
What you did with her I will never get back.
I guess there was something that I had in lack.
There is something that I can not help but resist.
Was what you did with her, worth all this.
The pain and the hurt that you made me go through.
I guess for you it was never really I love you.
