How are you? Well. Honestly?
I'm feeling dead, but a part of me is still hoping for something, that my heart already gave up.
A part of me is still hoping for you to come back.
Even if I know you won't.
My hopes think you will.
My soul thinks you will.
And my heart breaks, because my mind already knows you won't.
Because you don't belong to me.
You never did.
Your heart was hers.
Mines was yours.
And if I could,
I would be mad at you.
If I could, I'd stop the worlds spin,
change the time and make good, what I did.
But I can't.