You invite me invite me into your life,
To make our story of a fairy type.
To make us from I and you,
The real love of us,that can be felt by a few.
Now in us only left I,
Don't worry, I will not cry.
I am in a relation where you are memory,
You only exist in my dairy.
I still talk about you,to myself,
Thinking that it can help.
Help to ease my pain,
Or to keep you alive in my memory's lane.
You know,it's not that you are my memory,
But a help to live.
I didn't get,who's fault it is,
But I think it's mine,cause I proposed you on my knees.
Maybe you never met me,
I wish I could live free.
But what's now,I am like knotted to you,
Our relation still can be felt by a few.