I'm sorry. I would like that this was different. But I guess it's too late now.
It's hard to me to treat you in this way. It's hard to me to spit those words, to build this indifference or to paint this hate.
I'm watching how these days are passing by and I'm thinking how could this be different. It could be different?
I would like to forgive you and forget everything... Start again. But how?
Scars don't disappear, even if we cannot notice them.
Tears don't leave, even if they evaporate.
But how this could be different?
It's hard to me to treat you in this way. Hating you. How did I become into this? Why I don't trust you anymore as I did so many times?
Why all my dreams with you are about the way you are stabbing me?
I'm sorry. I can't untangle the knot in my throat.
I try to remember the beautiful moments we had. Those childish smiles. Those inspired caresses. Those meaningless words. But they're gone now. They're gone since you told me "I will be happy with him, forget me" Can you understand how that wounded me? Can you understand how did I feel?
And now I feel so guilty for treat you in this way. Did you feel the same that day? Did you?
I would like to sing «the scientist» but instead I will sing "all the things must pass» - it's such a shame.
How many times will you come back and lie to me again? How many times will you say "I love you" to betray me again?
Three lost years. Just think about it. Think about everything I did for you. Everything we did. Everything we built. I can't forgive you again. I hope you understand.