All those cheesy songs are going to make me sick. I'm heartbroken, I'm not in the mood to listen someone saying words of love or saying things like 'I'll drink the oceans for you'. (Bad translation of a phrase from a book).
All I want is to run away, to go to his door and ask for a hug. Just that, a simple hug, one of those where he used to put his head on top of mine and his arms around my shoulders and stay like that for a while. Just listening to my breathing. Letting me listen to his beats. That's it.
All I want is being capable of seeing him without the knowledge that I'm not over him, that I'd still give everything just for one last kiss. Because I would. I would have sacrificed even my own originality if that could have made him love me. It's never going to happen. And so I see him and keep walking trying not to cry in front of him, trying not to let him see how much I want him, how much I need him, how much I miss those moments when he was the only thing I needed to smile.
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.
And I don't believe there could be someone else like him in this whole damn world but I say I do. I can not let them know I'm still dying, I'm still drowning, in a hopeless love.
Nothing compares, no worries or cares, regrets and mistakes, they're memories made. Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?
(Someone like you - Adele)