放手后未必更自由。
Yesterday, it's been a month since you been gone.
I wonder, how did I survive.
Thanks to friends I guess.
Some words just never came out.
But it's okay since it wouldn't make a difference anyway.
Everything, everyone is telling me,
It's time to move on, let go and be happy.
I know. I knew that.
My mind pushed you out, but you still lingers around.
That's the hard thing I guess.
I mentioned I am moving on, I repeat that to myself, I still turn back.
You are not exactly the best boyfriend, you are not the cutest guy, you are not the best man I've met.
It makes no sense.
Everything = senseless.
Once you loved me so much, I do too.
Now we're mere strangers..
How sad is that.
But I don't cry anymore.
I just upset and after a while it will get better.
At least, slightly.
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