Insensible sensibility

It's been a while that I didn't mention you in my blog while the fact is, you're often implied.
I keep comparing, you're always winning.
I still replay you in my loneliest nights.
I still put you into my "what-ifs" scenarios.
I tried to walk away, but I always left traces that I could track back.
I tried to talk as if nothing ever happened, but my memories kept refreshing by its own.


I'm not in love, I'm just being insensible.
I'm not in love, but my heart is just being sensible.
I'm NOT in love.
I'm only in jail, counting down my days to freedom, hoping to be bailed out.


The only thing that keeps my chin up is what's left in me after I set you free.
I have to set you free once again.


Looking at everything closely,
Now I know I really have to get you out of my system, forever.