I wish hindsight could have warned me
what we were stepping into.
I would have made my decision to never let you in -
no regrets from me.
Maybe I am wrong for believing
that true love should come without restrictions.
That love happens when it is real,
and survives without explanations.
I try to convince myself to forget yesterday,
and that what we had is gone.
I take one last look into the memories our love provided -
realising that your expectations were keeping me down.
