I still want to write few more words for you,
I still want to hold you for the last time,
I still don’t want to care what the world think when you are around,
I still want to believe some things are neverending,
I still want to have that chance to be there when you want someone to talk, to understand, to cry with and to laugh and be crazy,
I still don’t know how I can make thing back to normal.
Because its never been normal or its never been perfect.
Now I’ve lost that gravity and I know that! And there is nothing left to blame upon.
I have left the house now by choice. Now I don’t want to look back. Not for myself and not for you!