I know I won't find the same love we had
And probably I would regret
But if staying means pain
If staying means feeling lonely in a relationship
Then I rather go
You call me selfish
But deep down you know it better
After leaving, coming back, leaving, coming back
Our love has turn into a wilted flower
Before we even realized
The flower,
It's dead
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
I know I won't find the same love we had
And probably I would regret
But if staying means pain
If staying means feeling lonely in a relationship
Then I rather go
You call me selfish
But deep down you know it better
After leaving, coming back, leaving, coming back
Our love has turn into a wilted flower
Before we even realized
The flower,
It's dead
