If
what we had was real,
how could you be fine...?
'Cause i'm not fine at
all.
I remmeber the day you told me you were leaving,
I remember the make-up running down your face,
And the dreams you left behind; you didn't need
them.
Like every single wish we had remained.
I wish i could waske up with amnesia
and forget the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you..
'Cause i'm not fine at all..
