The problem is not to have found you,
The problem is forgetting you.
The problem is not your absence,
The problem is that I wait for you.
The problem is not “The Problem”,
The problem is that it hurts.
The problem is not you lying,
The problem is that I believe you.
The problem is not that you play,
The problem is that you do it with me.
If I liked you for being “free”,
Who I am to change you?
If I’ve ended up in love by myself,
What can I do to compel you?
The problem is not that I'm loving you,
It's you not feeling the same way...
And, how do I get rid of you if I don't have you?
How to move away from you if you’re already so far?
How can I find a single eyelash on something that never had eyes?
How do I find platforms on something that was always an abyss?
How can I find stored in the cupboard, the kisses you never gave me?
And, how do I get rid of you if I don't have you?
How to move away from you if you’re already so far?
It’s just that the problem is not to make you change,
The problem is that I don't want you to.
The problem is not it hurting,
The problem is that I like it.
The problem is not the damage,
The problem are the remaining marks.
The problem is not the things you do,
The problem is that I forget you do them.
The problem is not what you say,
The problem is what you keep quiet.