They say to let you go,
But what they don't realize is that I can't.
I can't rid my heart of the beauty of you.
I can't rid my mind of the kindness of your heart.
Even though you hurt me.
Letting you go, and losing you would hurt so much more than not being replied to by you, because I love you.
And I can't lose you.
I guess I'm choosing my fate, to hurt every day of the week,
But it's worth it, to know that you love me.