I want to win, with ny every broken piece, i want to win.
I heard it in her voice when her loved died. She said it was over and then cried and cried, you were gone before she said goodbye.
You broke her, obviously.
You made her feel worthless.
You turned her heart into million fragments of glass, you knew it was fragile, but you didn't bother to take care of it anyway, but instead, you dropped her heart just for you to get another one to break.
And now i wonder, should i be giving a chance to someone who leaves the girl she once loved for another girl.
I was thinking, if you could do that to them, then maybe, just maybe, you could do that to me too.
But as we get along i have fallen in love with you but i don't have the cuourage to risk it all.
She still loves you, and i can't possibly hurt her.
She still loves you, and sadly, i do too.
She still loves you, and she lives you way more that i could.
She still loves you, and she wants you to come back.
She still loves you, and i learned to love her as my friend.
She still loves you, and i want you to be with her.
She still loves you, and with my every broken piece, i want you to love her back again.
With my every broken piece, i am fighting someone else's battle.