And the nights grow colder. And the days get older. And the nights grow colder. . So many times, I thought. Of giving up, better luck this time. Things aren't gonna be this way.
Look into yourself. Find out what to do. Life is made of simple nothings. Opening to you. The best is still in you, yeah. . Time I know I'll spend here.
Who knows which one of us will stay. I think it's time for making it real again. I know it's hard to say goodbye. But if we try we might get the feel again.