You told me a story,
You manage to feel me I was the one.
You song for me,
You manage to say how you love me.
You told me a poetry,
You manage to feel me I'm enough.
You care for me,
You manage to say how you miss me.
Then one day,
You manage to say 'I'm being tired.'
And, 'I'm fall out of love.'
Then you left, without saying goodbye.
How can I say, 'I moved on.'
When I can't actually do that.
How can I say 'Please come back'
When you already have a new one.
You let me fall,
And left me at the middle.
