She looks in the mirror sobbing. She wants to be somewhere else. She'll never forgive herself, and she tries so hard to understand. She hears but she never listens, she looks but she doesn't see. "The one right in front of me," she said, "was always there for me."
It's too late now, it's irreversible.
It's too late now, it's irreversible.
It's too late now, it's irreversible.
He said, "Don't go. Oh please don't give up on me now. Don't go, don't walk out of my life."
She looks out her empty window. She dreams of her happiness. She'll never, with him, confess all that she's been dying to. She lies in her bed awake and she thinks about everything. She tries to forget the pain, but it hurts so bad she'll never regain.
It's too late now, it's irreversible.
It's too late now, it's irreversible.
It's too late now, it's irreversible.
He said, "Don't go. Oh please don't give up on me now. Don't go, don't walk out of my life."