Things Left Over
It was difficult at firstMore than I will admitIt was burdensomeBut after accepting it,it makes me too sorrowful.
Honestly, this is the truthThere is no use in trying to hold on to the scattered piecesIt will only break my heartBut as I continue living like this,I wonder what the point of living is
I was resentful at firstAnd crying - I cried a lotBut after continuing on in this wayI wondered what I was doing
Honestly, this is the truthThere is no use in trying to hold on to the scattered piecesIt will only break my heartBut as I continue living like this,I wonder what the point of living is
Sometimes, I standing inside the same memory with youI’m frozen in time with you
How is the separation?Was it just enough for you to endure, since you were prepared for it?Was it less painful?What about love?Is it worth doing again?Honestly, this is my truthI’m just afraid
This is all that I can sayI repeat it to myself, the words that let you goThey will never be able to reach you, the words that let you go