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.