Memories, fond sweet memories,
that's all I have of you.
And all the past messages and logs,
do they really mean anything now?
I can't seem to cry anymore,
because I've been living in a world of pain all this while.
Hiding in a lie,
a lie created by none other than me.
I've clung on for so long,
I refused to lay down and give up.
But I know at one point it has to end,
and perhaps the inevitable point of time is now.
Because I suddenly realize all was gone,
you began to hate me this much
why couldn't the truth have come earlier,
when it won't have to hurt this much.
It's too late, I know too much,
she awoken me from my dream,
and even though she asks me to forget you and find someone else better,
I know I can't,
because all I ever wanted was you,
Yes, you.