I carried love like a wound.
I never let it heal,
hoping the scar would remind me of you.

i water it with compassion,
even though it hurts,
i let it bloom inside of heart,
letting it grow as a disease,
A rose with painful thorns,
hands that bleeds.

I dont want to let it go,
play all those memories in repeat,
it was never nice,
and our love was never meant to be.

But because i couldn't let go,
it spreaded inside,
my very own disease.