f you wanted to find me,
Why’d you stop searching?
Was it hard to see,
That I was leaving?
Why would you lie,
To yourself and to them,
Saying goodbye,
To me back then?
I wonder if you knew,
Who I truly was,
I only loved a few,
You were my cause.
Why so afraid,
Of that dawn?
It was the price to be paid,
In a blink you were gone.
hellenbarroso 