On that day, I still mourn.
What happened, all of it screaming back to me,
And yet, you’ll never realise what you did,
You’ll just see it as any other date.
On that day, I still mourn.
What happened, all of it screaming back to me,
And yet, you’ll never realise what you did,
You’ll just see it as any other date.
Bohotea 