To us...
I'll keep on going like I promised you,
I'll stay with the star that you picked in the horizon for us...
I'll stay with the perfume that you left in the things you gifted me...
You won't have to see me cry again...
My tears were like knifes to you...
I promise you that if this is goodbye you won't have to see me again...
I'll stay with the memories...
The good memories...
But it the end we both know one thing...
You'll leave me wondering why the hell i've ever let you in...
'Cause it must be nice...
to love someone...
Who let's you break them twice...
