I'm not in love with you as i was before.
my love has faded.
i gave you a second chance because i wanted
us to work,
i loved you so much.
theres no third chances for me,
there was really no seconds either,
but i gave one to you.
if you don't work the first time,
why you think its going to work the second and third?
its hard for me to let go,
but its time for me to move on.
sometimes i cant sleep because I'm thinking of you.
i cry when i think of what we had,
and sometimes i wish i wasn't here.
i moving on,
moving on slowly.
