I'm not sure whether you got my heart or I gave you this.
I'm not sure whether you caught my attention or you forcefully got it.
I'm not sure whether I'm breaking your heart or you're breaking mine.
I'm not sure how things ended between the two of us when we haven't even started our story yet.
Was it me who loosen the grip around you or was it you who cut ties with me?
Was it me who can't move on or was it you who continues to feed me lies that you know I'll accept?
Was it me who can't let go or was it you who continues to pierce another arrow in my heart after I removed the other?
Is it that hard to let go of you or it's too hard thinking that the memories I had with you will slowly fade
I gave you love but you gave me pain
I gave you happiness but you gave me sadness in return
I gave you everything but all you gave me in return are scars that nothing, even time, can heal.
I tried to stitched my broken heart, even if it is a thousand pieces now. Now I'm going to make wings for myself. To make myself free. To fly away from you and the memories I had with you
Sorry for the some grammar lapses or anythin