How do I know if it’s love?
Cos never before
it was stronger than this.
I was hurt,
and we fight,
and reconciled,
over and over again…
And you never want me,
yet you want me to stay,
and there I was,
holding your feet,
underneath you,
bound by invisible chain…

Part of me die each time
I run back to you.
Like an addiction,
should I stay,
it’s the fate that I’ll die in vain.

I am so confuse by this feeling,
and how I wish this is not an intuition,
oh God forbid…,
but part of me believe
that we’re meant to be
when part of you believe
I will never be good enough for you…

I want to forget you.