When?

When will I stop? When will I regret being with you? When will the feeling stop growing? When will I learn and carry on?

When will I stop longing for you? When will I stop thinking about you? When will I stop loving you so much?

When will I grow up and leave everything behind? When will I forget about everything? When will this pain end?

When will I stop crying for you? When will I stop being sure that you still love me? Because I don't think you still do...

When will I realize that nothing would ever get better? When will I know for sure that we're not meant to be?

When will this tears stop falling? When will I stop being so stupid? When will I stop remembering?

When will start to forget? When will I stop caring?

When will I stop waiting?

When?

Because honestly...

I'm so tired of my own effort. Trying to convince myself that you still care.

I'm tired of being happy, but I'm not.

I'm tired of hearing what you say about other girls.

I know I wanted you to find a better person.

That loves you more than I do.

The one who misses you dearer.

That will think of you even in her sleep.

But it still hurts anyway.

I wish you would know that, but I don't want you to know.

I wish you would know how I really feel inside.

It's useless anyway.