I dont know why but every move you make hurts me.
Is like every thought you have tries to tell me you're fine without me
I don't even know if is not about me, but I can imagine you with your princess
I still can't figure myself with a prince that's not you
I miss those arms around me, when all I wanted was to stay there into them, so comfortable, so real, and loving.
I remember the first time you kissed my cheek, you cleared up my cloudy rainy day.
I try to stay positive, but your presence makes it very hard.
Knowing you're in the next room makes me think where you used to be before being in the next room: next to me.
I wanna hate you for making me love you so much, and not stop it!
I'm waiting if you still care.
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