Sometimes it seems it hard,
To put the past behind...

How is it you can read me so well?
Know nothing about me, but understand my world...

You try to hide from it all,
Afraid that no one will catch you, if you ever...

I wish you were still the guy I loved, the one...
But sometimes it seems it's hard, to put the past...

Thought you were the guy for me,
But all along it seemed I could not see...