Am i useless? Am i silly?
Why still I missing you?
Why I can't be like you?
Why I keep on thinking about us?
Should be the passed, why am I keep holding on?
When I writing this post, why still I drop my tears?
I can't explain this feeling, I think about it everyday.
And even though we were moved on,
it gets so hard to walk away.
I can't forget how we used to be,
i guess i have to live my life from day to day.
Hoping maybe you will come back.
I tell myself not to be afraid to move on,but it seem I can't.
So how do I express this feeling,cause nobody compares to you.
And you know that she will never love you like I do.
I miss the place we spend our precious time together,
I miss the way you hold my hand in front of everyone,
I miss our breakfast, brunch, lunch, dinner and supper,
I miss the way you kiss my forehead,
I miss the way you hug me,
the way you talk to me,the way I touch your face,
the way I disturb you when you are still sleeping,
the noisy of us...
The place we having our tea-time.
The place we spend our precious time
The sweetness.
Will you miss me like I do?
Why I can't be like you?
Why I keep on thinking about us?
Should be the passed, why am I keep holding on?
When I writing this post, why still I drop my tears?
I can't explain this feeling, I think about it everyday.
And even though we were moved on,
it gets so hard to walk away.
I can't forget how we used to be,
i guess i have to live my life from day to day.
Hoping maybe you will come back.
I tell myself not to be afraid to move on,but it seem I can't.
So how do I express this feeling,cause nobody compares to you.
And you know that she will never love you like I do.
I miss the place we spend our precious time together,
I miss the way you hold my hand in front of everyone,
I miss our breakfast, brunch, lunch, dinner and supper,
I miss the way you kiss my forehead,
I miss the way you hug me,
the way you talk to me,the way I touch your face,
the way I disturb you when you are still sleeping,
the noisy of us...
The place we having our tea-time.
The place we spend our precious time
The sweetness.
Will you miss me like I do?
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