The things that hold me in,
Make me remember you,
And cause me unbound hurt,
Are yours alone only.
I run away from them,
As much as I can I ignore,
I try to keep my mind occupied,
And but still in my times of solitude,
Your memories come running back to me.
Why do I still think of you?
Why do you live in my heart?
Why is my solitude filled with your thoughts?
Questions are numerous,
My heart causes me deep pain,
It has ceased to exist for me,
The pain of deceiving is more to me,
‘cause my heart ain’t mine anymore!