We shared one life With no thoughts of ending We shared one bed With no thoughts of sleeping We shared one love Every single day We spent our time On talking truly We spent our cash On buying right things We spent ourselves Walking the proper way It's so hard to believe We often have required and enough It's so hard to believe Things might be good in rough
But Since we want it more We feel guilty We almost close the door To the future We also fail to break The people's stereotypes Since we don't care ‘Bout each other We are afraid to dare And discover New towns and roads With only cold in the eyes Cold as ice
We stopped and watched In different mirrors Stopped and touched Different buttons Stopped and dreamt Of different kinds of fame
We talked too much ‘bout tv shows We talked too much ‘bout music styles We talked too much But didn’t call our names
It's so hard to believe We often have required and enough It's so hard to believe Things might be good in rough