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?