It seems so hard sometimes,
just to even talk to you.
For the memories I still hold of us
always seem to come back through.
I cannot forgot what we were to one another,
try as hard as I often might.
But still yet for all my attempts
the memories come back each and every night.
I told you that I loved you.
Once, twice, a million times and more.
But in the end I made mistakes,
and all that\'s left is the memories of before.
I wish I could tell you that I miss you,
but all that would do is ruin what we have now.
But I still do sorely love you,
and just wish I could have you back that way, somehow.
So here instead I\'ll just stay.
And my feelings, I\'ll just feign
that they\'re not there, and try not to show my true colors
each time I say, \"Hello,\" again.