Even though you are thousand miles away,
Even though I can't see your smile,
Even though I can't hear your voice,
Even though I can't feel your touch,
But I still miss you alot.
Today I did something bad. Really bad. However, now I know how do you exactly feel. I doubt the decision I made in April.
Still trying very hard to get over you. Not talking to you just make me miss you more and more. Those memories kept coming back and they are going to tear my heart apart. Is this a punishment for me to push away someone who loves me?
I hate saying this, but you really deserve someone better. I am such a bitch who doesn't know how to appreciate and take things for granted. No word can describe how I feel now... a mixed feeling of guilty, sad, jealous, loved and pain.
Do you still remember the song 'The one that got away' by Katy Perry? That was my very first time angry at you and I dedicated this song to you. Now, this song, again, is just perfect for our situation.
Summer after high school when we first met
We make-out in your Mustang to Radiohead
And on my 18th Birthday
We got matching tattoos
Used to steal your parents' liquor
And climb to the roof
Talk about our future
Like we had a clue
Never planned that one day
I'd be losing you
In another life
I would be your girl
We keep all our promises
Be us against the world
In another life
I would make you stay
So I don't have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away
I was June and you were my Johnny Cash
Never one without the other We made a pact
Sometimes when I miss you
I put those records on (whoa)
Someone said you had your tattoo removed
Saw you downtown singing the Blues
It's time to face the music
I'm no longer your muse
But in another life
I would be your girl
We keep all our promises
Be us against the world
In another life
I would make you stay
So I don't have to say
You were the one that got away
The one that got away
The one The one The one
The one that got away
I hope I would be your girl again in next life. And we will love each other till the end.
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