Unfinished business;
Sweet nothings;
Empty promises.

What I hate most, is that fast that I still love you and can't let go. I think about the beautiful times we shared, and now all I'm left with is just a bunch of memories. A bundle of memories that make you miss you, a stack of memories piling up more and more each day as I yearn for you. They say that feelings fade, but really. Am I of nothing to you? I tell myself I can't give you a chance every single minute of the day to make me cry. But you're just in my icy cold storage room of mine, this icy cold heart of mine. Stop switching on my water taps, I wanna stop crying for you.