he broke your heart, let him go
But how can i?
How can i if everytime i wake up i look for your good morning text?
How can i if everytime i put on that red sweatshirt
i think of the first time we hung out?
How can i if everytime i use my favorite blanket
i think of how you said it was also your favorite?
How can i if everytime i walk into my room
i see all the things you've givin me
How can i if everytime i drive past that ice cream place i see myself crying, begging to stay in your arms for just a bit longer, knowing this was going to be the last
The last time i'd ever hug you
The last time our lips would ever meet
The last time i'd smell your scent
The last time i'd ever talk to you
How can i let him go if he's engraved himself into my everyday life?
Letting him go means i'd be letting myself go as well
