why do i still care?
why won't your face go away? why do i still twitch when i remember? why do i walk on heavy footsteps as i past the places we have been before?
why am i pushing myself to breaking point?
why am i writing this anyway?
i am not sad - don't misunderstand.
i feel free, liberated. the smile on my face isn't a facade - i am not that melodramatic and you don't deserve any more grief. i am happy with how life has played on on me right now.
i just don't understand - why do i still care?
tonight i pray, that your face will fade away.