It’s killing me, once again

Your traces remain

And they torture me

It’s killing me

I turned around like you’re a stranger

But why am I so lonely?

Remember when we saw each other in the lobby? You were wearing an oversized hoodie and black pants together with sneakers, the same outfit that you were wearing the first time we met in the practice room. I saw how hard you tried to avoid my eyes. I wouldn’t blame you, I felt the same way. I fought hard not to look into your cat-like eyes and it kills me at the fact that we are back to square one. Strangers.

I thought I’d be indifferent about breaking up

But there’s one habit of yours that I have

Not being able to throw things away

Foolishly, these feelings remain

Something that feels like regret

Opposite from you who is doing great

I’m half dead

Our break up was a mutual one. We wanted to focus on our dreams. The day we broke up, I felt fine. I went back to the practice room and carried on with my day without any problem. But that same night, when I was alone in my room, I caught a glimpse of the traces you left behind. Our memories. Pictures, gifts, letters. I didn’t feel fine anymore. All I felt at that time were regrets and sorrow. 

I didn’t know the weight of this break up

I was selfish, I ignored your