“.
*sigh*
It could’ve been something wrong I did
It could’ve been anything that I missed
Maybe it was something I had to hear
Something to do..
Something to say..
But at the end, it’s late for me..
All that I had, I loved, it’s gone..
And all what’s left, is memories, and a note..
About searching for her.. there’s no point
No ones knows anything about us.. so why faking a hope?
At the end
It’s the same
There’s no one
That could hear
And now I’m here… crying, alone
In this fake heaven.. that I called home…”
