Lied to myself about closing the chapters
When all I do is contemplating on the wonders
The 'what ifs' dropping by once in awhile
Most time gave me hurt than putting on a smile
I loathed the thoughts of you
And all the pure coincidences
Many times, I believed I have moved on from you
Then I realised I may not know the differences
I searched high and low for what I could replace
In the verge of losing myself again
But each time, I could only see your face
I can do nothing but endure the pain
In my desperate attempts
I lost myself again.
Then I found him.
