The thing is, you were a good boyfriend
But my dead feelings had to come to an end
I couldn't pretend to feel for you like before
So I ended us and I run out that door

I ran away because I honestly was afraid
Afraid of what you might have said if I stayed
Once before you told me you loved me
And for that I knew I had to leave

I loved you too, but differently
I couldn´t be faking it to make you live happily
I had to do it, think of myself and I am sorry
To have made you believe we were a love story