Isn't love supposed to make you smile?
Like giving you solace throughout the night
and feeling comfort and happiness.
But when did it become the total opposite of it?

It doesn't make me happy anymore,
it doesn't make me feel at peace anymore,
it's not the same love anymore.
Because now it drains me up to my core.

The love that I knew was something I craved
but now it's different... I'm afraid of it.
I don't want to see you anymore.
I'm fearing the love that I craved before.

How can it happen that the only thing I wanted became something I don't want to meet again?

So Love, if ever you ran into me in the streets don't ask why I didn't look.
Also don't ask why I'm not happy to meet you even in random circumstances.
Because you made me hate you and that is the reason why I can say  I didn't lose you, you lost me.