(from the net)
I've once liked someone soooo much. And with no hesitations, I felt that I might get him, someday. So I did--what I thought-- my best to have him here in my arms.
But what I found was he ran quite away from me, and finally settled down in the arms of anyone else's.
That hurts you know. Hurts, because I still can feel it until now.
But I don't wanna care. I don't wanna know. I just want to be free from these thoughts of him, I just want to get my own freedom. Because I feel like he's the police who kept convicting me, controlling me, and jailing me.
I just want to let him go and go and go and go.
Is that wrong?