You said my name,
so differently this time.
You spitted the three-word lie
I'm too naive to believe—
"I love you"
I sat in silence waiting
for your next line,
that I already knew
on the back of my mind
"But, I'm sorry"
I should be the one
who's feeling sorry—
acted like I can turn your frozen heart
into a golden one
You left me a question,
I'm searching for the answer;
If love will never be enough, then what will?