I hate you.
I hate you for making me feel something that I don’t want to feel at all.
I know that I don’t deserve you.
You’re too perfect for me.
But why, Father?
Why do I always feel this stupid feelings?
It’s already two years for godsake yet it still hurts me like yesterday.

I still miss her, Father.
I still love her.
When in the fact she clearly said to me to go away from her life.
Fine, I did leave, away from you, away from everyone.
You’re happy right?
You’re happy not to see me.
You’re happy I left so you don’t have to be panic if maybe someday I accidentally see you two.

I thought I could move on.
But did you know, that I miss you like everyday and it starts making me sick.
To be honest, you’re the person I missed the most since the day I moved here.
You can laugh at me.
I know I’m so pathetic.

What do you want me to do?
I honestly don’t know.
I’m tired, baby.
Please, give me an answer.

I want to be selfish, just once, but for what?
Seeing you were staring at her back then at the cafe, I already knew.
That I will never have a chance.

I know I deserve this way.
Hurt me all you want, baby, I don’t mind.
You have a right over my heart, over my body.
You have every part of me.
Do what you want, baby.
Because I already promised to stay by your side no matter what happened.
Maybe you already forgot.
Of course you did, you