Remember that question you asked me?
You said "What would you do if I told you that we should be just friends?"
and I replied:
"I will never know what it would be like to be happy again."
Honestly, that is true.
Now that "us" doesn't exist any more, I die a little more everyday.
Every morning greets me like a dagger in my heart,
crushing my bones inside of me while I cry.
On nights where I can no longer be the one who you will bid "Goodnight" and "I love you" to
feels like someone set my heart on fire and I'm just struggling to get it out of me.
I may laugh, smile, and joke around when I'm in front of you and other people
But when I'm alone
The word "Happy" does not exist with me.