• Every day I face the fact that you're not here, I don't want to leave the fact that there's still something in our hearts. A melody or a memory, payed fiction of our own imagination. Just one more memory's grave before you to tell me that you're not here today, I just see my dreams burn before me. A melody or a memory? Tell me that you're still here to comfort me, tell me that you wont leave my side. I wish that I could seize the day to just tell you how I felt, I just want you to know that I would still be there no matter if you aren't. I still see my dreams burn, I wish I wouldn't worry about the fact that you're not there anymore before you say that I wasn't.

    I want you to hate me,
    and I want to hate you,
    I want you to love me,
    and I want to love you...