It's impossible to be 'fine' after a heart break.
The worst pain ever is loosing something you kept so dearest to your heart and it running away form you comfort.
The days are getting worse and I start to notice that all you ever did to me was hurt.
I can't say I love you to anyone anymore because it reminds me of you.
I can't walk in public without being paranoid about running into you.
I can't listen to music without making me remember about you,
Oh how wonderful it would be to have you in my arms once more. Maybe to talk to you like how I did before.
But hate is in the way and now nothing is the same.
I'm hurt to the point where everything I do reminds me of you.
And everything I say... Involves me going it over again. They say opposites attract.
You hate me and I love you. Does that count?
