Where once was light now darkness falls, where once was love love is nomore. Don't say- "goodbue", don't say- "you didn't try"
This tears we cry are falling rain. They're whole of lie- the hurt, the blame. And we will wait to be so alone. We are lost, we can never go home...
So, in the end i'll be what i will be. No loyal friend was happened here for me. Now we say- "goodbue", we say- "you didn't try".
This tears you cry are falling rain. Take back the lie- the hurt, the blame. And you will wait to be so alone. You are lost, you can never go home... You are lost, you can never go home...