I still constantly ask myself, why do I still think of you
I think bout all the moments we shared, both good and bad
You knew how hard it was for me
but yet, you decided not to see
I know I'm still very stuck in my past
but I once had this feeling, 'I could make it last'
I guess that was where I was very wrong
Why couldn't I throw this affection away?
Why couldn't I accept love from people who care?
Thinking of you made me feel this way
Why couldn't I pick myself up from that fall?
I ask myself that every single day
Now that I think of it, I still want to cry
Still feeling so much,
Yet knowing it wasn't meant to be
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