I never dared to come closer,
maybe I've always known,
that you would run back to her
and leave me all alone.
She shines as bright as the sun
and you're full of life like the earth,
but the moon only appears when it's dark,
when it's light has it's worth.

The last time I texted him,
the flowers were growing,
I'm still waiting for his reply,
and now it started snowing,
I won't give up,
I still have faith,
but even the strongest leaves fall when they're made to wait.
I'm on my knees hoping he'll come back,
knowing **** well it's not meant to be,
but I'm not ready to raise the white flag yet.
Some would say it's love,
others say it's ignorance,
but it's none of the above,
it's a despair of limerence,
a lie in my head,
a fantasy of what could have been said.

I love it when you make me laugh,
but I hate it when you make me cry.
I love it when you tell me you love me,
but I hate it when you lie.
I love it when we talk,
but I hate it when we fight.
I love to never see you again,
but I hate to imagine a world where we don't collide.

They say time heals all wounds,
and I suppose that’s true,
But how do I heal the scars
that always remind me of you?