each time you kiss her, you'll forget the way my lips tasted, you'll forget the way our lips collided at once. you'll play with her hair, sing her to sleep, and pull the fallen eyelashes off her cheeks. you'll forget the color of my eyes, the sound of my laughter, the music i liked, our little happy moments, and how we use to have so much fun. i won't even be able to speak.
it kills me to think that she made you happier than i've ever did. it kills me to think that you'll be holding her close, closer than ever, the same way you used to hold me.
i hate myself. i hate myself for not telling you how much i love you when i had the chance. i wish i could turn back time and i'd tell you that you were my everything, i couldn't lose you. it's too late now, isn't it? it's funny how things changes so quickly. i don't know what's wrong with me, i'm sorry. i just want to start over again, i wish i hadn't took you for granted, i wish i never lost my chance.
the sad part is; opportunity doesn't knock twice.
and it just kills me to know that it's the truth.
