Is it my fault?
What did I do wrong?
Where did it goes wrong?
When?
may be I was too busy adoring you to even notice

Everything was perfect,
feel like  e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g  fell into places

But turns out,
It's not good enough for you

You even lied.

You know what?
It's not your lies that made me cry
It's not your sudden 'non-existence' either

What hurts the most is . . .
the fact that you pretend 'us' never happened