If to love you is nothing...
then why do I still love you?
Why do I crave for it; need it; long for it...
like a dream coming true?
If loving you is stupidity...
If it's a foolish thing to do;
Then why do I still chose it...
Chose as if I never knew.
If you can't be mine to hold...
If you can't be mine to possess;
Then why does my heart breaking?
thinking you're not mine to caress?
If I'm right in letting you go...
Why does my heart grieving?
Why do colors get out of my world?
Why do I refuse smiling?
If tomorrow's not for us...
If tomorrow promises nothing.
Then why do I'm still hoping;
Why do I keep dreaming?
If forgetting you is everything...
Then why can't I do it?
Why does it hurts so much?
Why can't I risk doing it?
If pain is what I escape of...
If misery is what i despise;
Why do they keep on following
around where my heart lies?
Forgetting you is forgetting myself.
It's even like dying.
But better die knowing...
the true essence of loving.
And forgetting you means one thing:
forgetting you means forgetting this pain;
that's killing me this very moment;
that's haunting me over again.
If i could just ignore this pain...
deny this agony; elude this grief;
If I could just avoid this anguish...
Then I could just have relief.
Would you be back if I say I love you?
If I say I really care;
But you let go of me...
I thought you'd always be there.
I've always been a lonely person;
There's really no one to run to.
It's always been myself...
No one to cling on to.
What's the importance of these words...
If you can't read them at least.
What significance would they make...
If you don't know they even exist.
All these won't matter anymore;
These wounded words... these lonely lines;
These won't matter; won't change the time...
These won't last... if you can't be mine.
