“If you want it back, I’m here waiting”
I can keep your love, I can keep your kiss, gave you everything and all I got was this.
The times that we had, the moments that we shared, the love that I gave, turned into ashes as you left me in the dark by myself. Have you thought about how suffocating it was to be left alone here? If it was your payback, did I do anything harmful to you? All I did was loving you, was that wrong?
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I’m still rocking your hoodie and chewing on the strings, it makes me think about you so I wear it when I sleep. I kept the broken zipper and cigarette burns, still rocking your hoodie baby even though it hurts.
Nothing left except your soft and painful hoodie, I wear it every time the cold weather strikes me. The strings are the only thing that keeps me sane through the stages of grief, sleeping with the warmth that fades. I can smell the cigarette that I hate yet I’m still trying to fix the zipper. The wound is still bleeding with grievous memories, even the bandage can’t fix the broken trust.
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If you want it back, If you want it back, I’m here waiting. Come take it back, come take it back.
I’ll wait for you, even though we have no chance at all. This hoodie is precious for you, I know it. I still love you even if you hate me until the end of the world, but do you know that you’ll feel the same once I move on? How funny it is, I always deny that I still love you but deep down, I know better than that. For once, please comeback to me. The place where you belong to, the place where our love bloomed back then.
