It Has To Be.

That sick feeling rises higher,
You, I still admire.
It's love and hate,
Together.
But was it love,
Or was it too soon
Did we give it more than it was.
I still get that fluttery feeling in my belly,
When you talk to me,
I still wonder what we could've been.
But it's too late now,
It has to be.
Doesn't it.
It has to be.
You can see.