When I sat alone and look inside, all I found was solid heartache and longing.

Heartache of getting too close to something but still having it out of reach.

Longing of having that thing out of reach but that doesn't stop my heart from thinking about "what if"?.

I don't know if it's the person I miss or the feeling..
I don't know if it's the reasons it didn't happen or me..
I don't know if I wanted to survive or die trying..
I don't know if it's the eyes were at the fault or your smile..
I don't know if I was the one to drove you away or insecurities inside..
I don't know if .........
I don't know.