I'm cranky, my beautiful sister
I'm unbearable, I'm not like I look
I have all sorts of behavior, every kind
I know myself
This wondering around ended us
please forgive me this time
I'm very sorry.
What you said keeps me together
even if said earlier than predicted
Believe me , I am dying.
Think of those hearts that I've broken
don't even ask about the wounds that I've created
If you want, you can give up or you can keep fighting
I will still not break my words
Love will hold me
But this doesn't stop me
from loving you,
from seeing you,
from thinking about you.