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If I was to chose, you were still here.
We would follow each other, not go from each other.
If I was to chose, it was me you were with tonight.
If I was to chose, I would’ve stopped the time.
We drifted apart, now I’ve got someone else.
And it’s too late, It’s not you I hold tonight.
You’ve had it. The best of all. Of all I could give you.
Without the chance of getting it back.
What hurts the most, is all the things I miss now.
What you pass on now. To one who isn’t me.
But what hurts the most. What hurts the most.
When you smile again. Love again. Touch again – with one who isn’t me.
When I’m not yours anymore. That’s what hurts the most.
We made it difficult for each other. You became another.
It’s not only me. Now we’ve chosen to go our own way.
I probably let you wait for too long.
Only because I was too afraid for every thought.
What do you want to say? Now it’s clear that it is over.
You’ve had it. The best of all. Of all I could give you.
Without the chance of getting it back.
What hurts the most, is all the things I miss now.
What you pass on now. To one who isn’t me.
But what hurts the most. What hurts the most.
When you smile again. Love again. Touch again – with one who isn’t me.
When I’m not yours anymore. That’s what hurts the most.
It’s not only me who has taken the choice.
We made it difficult for each other. You became another.
It’s not only me. Now we’ve chosen to go our own way.
I probably let you wait for too long.
Only because I was too afraid for every thought.
What do you want to say? Now it’s clear that it is over.
You’ve had it. The best of all. Of all I could give you.
Without the chance of getting it back.
What hurts the most is all that I miss now.
What you pass on now to one who isn’t me.
But what hurts the most, what hurts the most.
When you smile again. Love again. Touch again – with one who isn’t me.
When I’m not yours anymore. That’s what hurt the most.
What hurts the most, is all the things I miss now.
What you pass on now. To one who isn’t me.
But what hurts the most. What hurts the most.
When you smile again. Love again. Touch again – with one who isn’t me.
When I’m not yours anymore. That’s what hurts the most.
It’s not only me who has taken the choice.
We made it difficult for each other. You became another.
It’s not only me. Now we’ve chosen to go our own way.
I probably let you wait for too long.
Only because I was too afraid for every thought.
What do you want to say? Now it’s clear that it is over.
You’ve had it. The best of all. Of all I could give you.
Without the chance of getting it back.
What hurts the most is all that I miss now.
What you pass on now to one who isn’t me.
But what hurts the most, what hurts the most.
When you smile again. Love again. Touch again – with one who isn’t me.
When I’m not yours anymore. That’s what hurt the most.
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Camera info
Camera Canon EOS 550D
Focal length 50 mm
Aperture f/7.1
Shutter 1/100 s
ISO 100
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