A story of someone who always comes back after you move on

Will it be you in the end will you be the one to hold my hand

It just doesn't feel the same anymore. I don't feel like I love you nor hate you.

I miss every little memory I had with you. Can't forget that gloomy day when a doctor was standing next to you and I secretly watched and hoped you would find the strength.

It hurts and I can't lie anymore. Music is the only thing that is helping. I don't want to bother my friends. I know they'll be there for me but they don't understand.

I'm going to miss you! I can't lie. I'm going to need your touch even though with each one you took a piece of my soul slowly.

I've won the war against you a thousand nights. But...

And here we were drinking, dancing and not looking much around. Here we were, with your arms on my neck nearly kissing.