Don't tell me that I got the wrong impression. You told me that you loved me that I was your obsession. Now you're gone. I'll never have the chance to explain the motivation behind my foiled plans.

Too bad, so sad, well I never learned to enjoy what I had. Do me a favor and come pay me a visit.

I forgave you but I won't forget, all the plans that we made to enjoy the days up ahead. For every day a different shade of regret. I carry on, because it's all I have left. I wish I could say that there's nothing wrong with me, but I lost the one I loved to a tragedy. I'm obsessed with the idea that I will see you again.