Loving you was like killing myself, I recall,

Loving you was like killing myself, I recall,
Day by day, the more I’m happy, the more I fall.

Tied between dilemma of what’s right and wrong,
Tied between those unsung songs.

To be able to feel without even seeing, is a gift few have,
Karma plays tricks, but it’s a gift I’ve always had.

Knew it was a scratch, I’ve always had,
But you’ve been to places, no one has.

I miss the simple “hey”,
I know I’ve been living in grey.

It was really not a surprise,
Sooner or later, I just had to realize.

I’ve been wrong all along,
You’ve been there, all the way long.

I was wrong that I’d hate myself,
Because loving you was like loving myself.