Reading it once again
It feels like we’ve done it fine
but still it feels like we’re taking that road again
It feels like we’ve done it fine
but still it feels like we’re taking that road again
Maybe, I wasn’t really a part of you
Mercy, might be as I comprehend every letters on the paper
I mustn’t blame you for that
I’m sorry for caring about you.
I’m just trying hard for ours to get back
but I seems like everything is just making it worse.
Your voice is too expensive that you really keep it.
That silence rings on my ears intensely
but I just can’t help myself but to care about you.
I know that sorry was trashed, so 3 years.
Waiting for us to speak again
I’ll just reminisce the papers we’ve shared.
Trying hard to find a place inside you
because you’ve scattered our moments,
maybe that has never reach you.
Hoping for coming back
Thoughts of yours