I knew I had to let you go,
I couldn't lie anymore...

I know I'm not that sweet girl,
you used to know...

I didn't know that you were gonna die,
I never seen my older brother cry...

I barely knew you,
but I feel like part of me is missing...

I love the sweet little kisses,
you put on my forehead...

Why do I only see,
what I don't have...

When I look at you,
I see the past...

Why do I listen to what they say,
why don't I just walk away...

How come every time I want to leave,
I can't take a step...

My problem is that I miss you,
I let it get to me...

You know that feeling,
when you look into their eyes...

I try to tell her all the time,
to give up on these guys...