I still feel sorry for you; you still feel nothing for me.
Isn't that because with us you gave but you rarely received?
You were waiting for someone I could never be.
You said, "I'll take your hand and ignore it as long as I can"...
You were patient, you were kind; you weren't jealous,
I was blind... I can't walk away
until you decide which one of us you want in your life.
Like a light you can simply turn off,
just tell me I'm the one who lost.
I can take it; I'll fix it right after you break it.
I'll walk alone, mostly so that I can grow...
I'm still hopeful, I can change;
I don't regret our yesterdays...
Close the door as you leave;
it's the last thing I need to see.
