all I remember is hiding.
we could never really show public affections or private for all that mattered.
a month turned into 3 weeks, and 3 weeks turns into 3 days.
a little less time with you is all we have.
maybe if we don't say 'goodbye' it'll hurt less.
if we kept holding on, we won't forget.
maybe if we tried, it could work.
maybe our forbidden love, won't be forbidden after all.