Gone

I don't know how should I feel.
Should I be glad that you're still here with me,
Or should I feel heavyhearted that I can't have you?
I can't even tell what is real and what is not.

You wanted me to stay still.
You even tell everyone that you really love me.
But why do I have a feeling that it's not true?
Lies can never be covered even with a beautiful art.

So, tell me now what is real.
Let's end this while my heart is still half empty.
Stop hesitating, say everything that is true.
For I'll be gone sooner than you know, half of my heart.