Blocking out the thought that
you're really walking out
Making myself believe that I'm happy
but I'm really not
Take with you only the good times
Never tears
The bad may overlap the good,
but it could never overlap the cute you
I know we never had enough time,
never thought you'd really leave
Always on your doorstep,
watching you drive away
Racing against time and
against the memories
Finding the right words to say
At the end of the night,
I'm still searching for them
Always complained on how broken I was,
not comparing how broken I really am now
Laying in a field of tulips
wondering where everything went wrong.....