| I was trying to pretend that the end wasn’t coming
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| Prolonging the inevitable
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| In love with what used to be
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| You loved yourself much more, much more than me
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| Did you really love me, did you love me?
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| Even with the tears rolling down my face
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| I knew I had to leave this space
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| From room to room, I packed my things
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| Everyday you passed me by
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| Maybe you could make me change my mind
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| Maybe ask me to stay
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| Did you love me? |
| Did you love me?
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| 88 boxes I counted
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| My life it went from years to 88 boxes
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| After everything, that’s all I have
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| My life it went from years to 88 boxes
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| 88 boxes I counted
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| I can’t escape memories
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| Things that you gave me
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| Packing up pictures old love letters
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| This self-love is hard
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| I gotta be a woman. |
| Be a woman
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| This is so hard
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| I think you were afraid, but I wish you said something
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| If you said that I love you I would’ve turned around and stayed
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| But you said nothing. |
| Nothing
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| You said nothing
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| Did you really love me?
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| 88 boxes I counted
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| My life it went from years to 88 boxes
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| After everything, that’s all I have
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| My life it went from years to 88 boxes
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| 88 boxes I counted
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| Did you really love me?
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| Did you love me?
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| I thought we’d be together forever
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| Why? |
| Put up with this for so long, so long
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| 88 boxes I counted
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| My life it went from years to 88 boxes
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| After everything, that’s all I have
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| My life it went from years to 88 boxes
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| 88 boxes I counted |