I keep searching for an essence of you in every man I date.
I keep listening to all the songs that remind me of you, of me, of us.
I keep looking at our pictures, even though they are just a few since you never liked them.

I keep thinking, what would have happened if we never fought that day,
what would have happened if we just lasted a little bit longer; what would have happened if you really loved me.

Anyway, they´re just bad habits of my heart...