You were always hurting me,
Creating a relationship that was a fantasy.
I was always thinking about you,
But you never told me a story that was true.
You were never capable of saying the things you felt for me,
But I looked in your eyes and I could see.
I regret all the beautiful things I said to you,
Loving a boy, for me, was something new.
You had other girls in sight,
And all that I wanted to do was fight.
You couldn't even say I love you,
But you felt something for me I knew.
In the end I lost my fight,
Nothing I did was ever right.
Sara Martins
Bruno Santos