if loving me means letting go
and wishing me the best
then i guess
i wish i wish i wish
you loved me less
duas pessoas distintas em momentos distintos falaram q eu pareço a anne hathaway em diabo veste prada (só nesse mês
I used to make long speeches to you after you left. I used to talk to you all the time, even though I was alone. I walked around for months talking to you. Now I don't know what to say. It was easier when I just imagined you. I even imagined you talking back to me.
Then... it slowly faded. I couldn't picture you anymore. I tried to talk out loud to you like I used to, but there was nothing there. I couldn't hear you. Then... I just gave it up. Everything stopped. You just... disappeared. And now I'm working here.