Alone in a coffee shop thinking about how things have been.
I remember you said you love me, I trusted you with it.
Now it sounds like a word that you say just to satisfy my ears.
As Finneas and Wafia's The Ending is playing, everything is swirling inside my brain.
All these efforts I've been making to be better- I don't see the same from you.
You tell me what I want to hear, but you don't show it.
You're playing with my emotion as if it's a fun Lego that you can assemble and break once things go wrong.
They say honesty and communication is key, so simple yet seems impossible.
I was fixated on you, to have a future with you is something that I dream of.
Now that sweet dream is fading.
It becomes a bitter shadow, waiting to turn into a sour nightmare.
I take my "I Love You"s very... very seriously.
But it seems like yours is just momentary.
