Wrong

Last thing I remember
is kissing you goodbye,
now I know you were a lie,
my heart died last September.
The nights are long,
the pain is strong,
¿was loving you so wrong?
You haven't faded away,
your voice lives in my head anyway,
I'd die for love,
I'd die for you now.
Don't you see me?
Can't you feel me?
All I needed was a piece of your heart,
now mine's torn apart.
Hating you now is possible
and believe me
the pain is really strong.