There is no pain like the pain of a one-sided love.

Tell me about the girl who once sang for you, who made you her melody, who thought you were the one - until you ran away and left her out of tune

To love someone so true and so pure does not mean to be by his side forever, rather it is to let him be happy, even if you aren't in the picture

Eight years your slave
Eight years at your mercy
And you still decide to kill me
With your kindness

Tell me about the girl that once painted for you, who made you her masterpiece, until you ran away and left her with a blank canvas

Sometimes you just have to realize it isn't always my fault.