I hate you, I love you.
It's all the same, I feel ashamed.
Of loving a girl whom will never love me the same.
I'd pay anything for a dying kiss, another wish.
From that shooting star I saw, on that forsaken night I said "goodbye".
I'm sorry for everything, Juliet.
All my mistakes and the pain it cost.
I'm sorry for not making it right, I should've kissed you that winters night.
I love you Juliet, and that's more than you'll ever know.