Months had passed, but I’m still on that same page.
Remembering the memories, dwelling in the pain.
Can’t stop asking myself why, why it happened to became our last?
Coz it still repeating like a lullaby, that always haunts my past.
Why is it still painful? Why does it still hurt?
Feels like the wounds are still fresh , and my heart’s still in a mess.
I keep the memories but refuse to remember it,
Coz whatever I do, it will all comes back to you.
Maybe this is the kind of hard love that they’re saying.
The one that will put you thousand feet below the ground and will kill your being.
I don’t know when it will stop and the agony will last.
And all I keep hoping is that all will be fast.
