It hurts.
When I shake my head in my own pity.
The controversies that happen in life,
especially love...
The abundance of errors that have been made,
it's possible that most of them are of my own faults,
of my own doings.
I try to be a better person,
all to continue to get your love,
but like every soul that I have cherished,
it's obvious that I have done something wrong.
Somewhere in our relationship,
we both had our problems,
but I was the one who caused the most trouble,
the most drama and pain.
And yet,
you had realized it.
I didn't see it.
But no,
what wrongs I have done,
you had told me on that fateful day,
that I will forever remember.
You had told me through hostility,
the hate and despise that had lusted,
to be set free from your soul.
You thought you had endured enough,
and that you could not endure me no more.
Where you threw your daggers with great dexterity,
to take advantage of my weakness...
My weakness to you,
for my love had lowered my emotional defenses,
my suspicion had perished long ago.
Where my trust had flourished,
my love for you continued to grow,
and the burning hatred in my orbs,
turned to bliss and tears of happiness.
But this is where I crossed you,
for one selfish reason.
And that's all it takes.
Oh...
How you told me of my flaws...
I had never fully realized them!
Then you had walked away.
I wish I could be a better lover,
where I wouuld be the best for you.
But this is the anguish that I have been smitten with,
for this lovely creature,
had torn out my heart,
and had stolen my soul.
She has left me to wish upon a star,
that is too far away.
How I wish I was perfect for her.
How I wish I caused her no problems.
How I wish Heaven would give me back,
my will to live.
But my star is beyond the horizon,
my heart and soul is in her hands.
I can only dream...
That she'll come back.
She'll come back...