Can it be that I still love you? Maybe, but I don't want to. This isn't fair of you to keep me hanging on a string of hope. Hope that we'll have a second chance. Hope that we'll be together again. I can't keep living in this false hope that you've left me with.
Can it be that I was wrong to love you? Maybe, but I don't want it to be. You said you'd love me forever yet here we are 5 months later and where are you? Not here. Where have you been? Not here.
I wish you could hear my heart sob at night. Maybe then you'd understand. You'd understand that I'm not over you yet. You'd understand that I'm not ready to let go of you yet.
I wish I didn't feel so pathetic, sympathetic, apathetic, everything.
