I'll never understand.

Let me on down cause' time has made me strong
I'm starting to move on
I'm gonna say this now
Your chance has come and gone
And you know it's just too little too late
A little too wrong
And I can't wait but you know all the right things to say
You know it's just a little too late
You say you dream of my face
But you don't like me
You just like the chase
To be real, it doesn't matter anyway
You know it's just too little too late

I'm letting you go, I'm loving myself.


will i still love the thing that are changing?
will i still love the people who are changing?
is it really a good chance that we, changing, continue to love a changed person?
what if i don't get the chance?

i thought i could hang on for another year.
but things have to come to an end so soon.
i wished what i heard wasn't true.
though i will still hold on to the hope that it might not be true.

will there be a day when i see you on the streets and say 'hi', but your reply is "you are... ?"?


happiness shortlives.
but i know unhappiness arises because there were the times you ever made me happy.
i don't mind living with it for another year, because this isn't true happiness.
and so it won't shortlive.
perhaps i can then hold on to these times for a longer time.

'pain' appears on her dictionary ever since you walked into her life.

losing you is pain.