The easiest thing to do, is to utter goodbye
And to prepare to daily die
Where you say it but not directly to him
And when you hope your chances of moving on won't be unslim
The easier thing was to ignore all those memories
And write them all in paper and stories
Where I tell the world how you make me feel
Where the world knows what I felt for you was real
The hardest thing was to fight these feelings, when they try to return
They return, get in the end, let alone you bum
Burned in this love that was never easy
Burned in this love like an ember in January
Second thoughts, and it's all because of you, again
Because you made me smile and hope over again
Yet I know that loving you again is like reading a tragic book you've finished reading
No matter how many ways you start will always have that same heartbreaking ending.