Enough

Every day i woke up early, every day i woke up sad since that day. It’s funny how it still hurts me, the love i’ve never had.

I need to learn how to keep some things to myself. I have no place to say them anymore. Those words aren’t mine to say. I know that now. I’m slowly opening my eyes to a whole different perspective. Sometimes i don’t even know if what i’m doing is right. But maybe i should just shut up and let it be.

I'm not in love, but i can’t forget the hurt.

I can’t take the past back. And i can’t keep my mind from thinking. Just like how i can’t stop the sun from shining, and I still looking back the picture.