Ever since that spring,
I was afraid to tell you I‘m hurt.
Every time I tried to confess about my wounds,
you turned it around and twisted my words.

I went into this mad and out of it scared that you were.

And now that I think of it,
it was you
who made me believe that my happiness is cursed
It was you
who made me believe I wasn’t hurt

so for now it‘s only me
remembering sweet times
picturing you
and realizing slowly,
it was a long time ago
that I should have let go