I’m hating myself more and more,
when I’m thinking of the comfort
that your arms gave me.
Reaching for what we had before,
and what I had destroyed,
if only you could understand, baby.
Can’t even understand my own reasons,
maybe you do when I explain,
that I really love you
that much like I said.
Want to hide for the
things I really feel,
would the scars ever heal,
but I won’t forget the love
we both had.
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