Bittersweet

When you talk to me,
I can see
that your eyes
are full of reveries
thinking about a past,
about you and me...
Oh, that's the bittersweet!

I try to tell that time has gone by
that this is the time
to let your heart fly.
You smile sadly
and tell me that you won't forget us,
forget me.
That's bittersweet

You cry, and my heart cries too.
It hurts me
when I have to hurt you.
If I could choose,
nothing would be like this.
Now we have to leave
without a last kiss.

Bittersweet is my smile
when I say we'll be fine
in a while.
Bittersweet are your words
hurting me deeply
when you tell me
that you still think about me.

Bittersweet is when
your feelings hurt my own feelings.
I wish
that someday you'll be able to see:
I want you,
but not the way you want me...
That's bittersweet.