It was difficult at first
More than I will admit
It was burdensome
But after accepting it,
it makes me too sorrowful.

Honestly, this is the truth
There is no use in trying to hold on to the scattered pieces
It will only break my heart
But as I continue living like this,
I wonder what the point of living is

I was resentful at first
And crying – I cried a lot
But after continuing on in this way
I wondered what I was doing

Honestly, this is the truth
There is no use in trying to hold on to the scattered pieces
It will only break my heart
But as I continue living like this,
I wonder what the point of living is

Sometimes, I standing inside the same memory with you
I’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 truth
I’m just afraid

This is all that I can say
I repeat it to myself, the words that let you go
They will never be able to reach you, the words that let you go