Why do I still mourn for you?
When I chose to leave,
Escape the broken pieces,
Before the shrapnel tore me apart,
Yet here I am, crying over an ending,
One I was never meant to have.
Why do I still mourn for you?
When I chose to leave,
Escape the broken pieces,
Before the shrapnel tore me apart,
Yet here I am, crying over an ending,
One I was never meant to have.
Bohotea 