Somehow you remind me of my past lover. Like how he used to play my nose with his finger. And how he used to pinch my skin. When I get mad, he starts to grin.
Some things he does, I seem to forget. Hurting him constantly is one thing I regret. How come I miss these things I knew? Isn't it bad? I find him in you.
But now you left, our tragedy has begun. Something shattered inside me, that I thought was long gone. Your deep, gentle voice resonates inside my mind. You showed me love but it was a dangerous kind.
Someday we might have a new beginning. Time can heal wounds, but it can be deceiving. I guess we'll want a brand new start. Or, forget each other and forever be apart.
To forget you is just another repercussion. It may be unpleasant, or the best decision. This perilous love, I'll end without even saying a goodbye. Don't even mind it and bother asking me "Why?"