She would always choose me over anyone
And she would always choose me over anything.

But I never wanted to be the one
She would always choose.
Cause deep inside I realized
I am the one who was confused.

I surely loved her.
I knew I did.
But how much did I love her?
I never knew it.

Did I love her more than the noon?
Or did I love her more than the crescent moon?

Did I love her more than the sea?
I finally realized that I love her more than me.

But I was late
I was way too late
She faded away.

But this time I was not confused
To pick up the gun
And throw the knife away.