My heart is aching and I know not why.
Was it the way you softly said goodbye,
or was it the way you calmly said hi.
Oh doesn’t matter, it’s too late to cry.
Standing at the end of this line again,
what a fool I am to be caught in vain.
There’s words to be said but my mouth remained.
Oh doesn’t matter, it’s too late to explain.
Memories of you appear like an art,
so vivid yet dreamy, can’t tell apart.
Did I ever hold that key to your heart?
Oh doesn’t matter, it’s too late to start.
I hope I’ve not been unfair to you, love.
You’ve been so much more to me and above,
I’ll miss the conversations we will never talk of.
Oh, does it matter now that I need your love.