I still feel sorry for you; you still feel nothing for me.

Isn't that because with us you gave but you rarely received?

You were waiting for someone I could never be.

You said, "I'll take your hand and ignore it as long as I can"...

You were patient, you were kind; you weren't jealous,

I was blind... I can't walk away

until you decide which one of us you want in your life.

Like a light you can simply turn off,

just tell me I'm the one who lost.

I can take it; I'll fix it right after you break it.

I'll walk alone, mostly so that I can grow...

I'm still hopeful, I can change;

I don't regret our yesterdays...

Close the door as you leave;

it's the last thing I need to see.