I believe, that there is something wrong now.
(Whether that something.)
Or someone fade away.
I won't see them again, and I won't. See them again.
And I won't see you again.
These tears, these hands will let go.
Everynight, we regret when the weeks just.
Pss by slowly, were lonely. Im better off alone.
We would see each other, in cold afternoons.
We be laying back in the park, laughing at times.
Which are old times now, we say bye.
I won't see you again, And I don't want to..
These days, these nights. Pass by slow.
I believe, that there's something wrong now.