With clouded mind, I try to see through
The meaning of what you said, the other day,
The obvious is conceived,
But reality makes pale the soul,
I can’t bear the thought of losing you.
With hot tears, I thought about all we have been
My bleeding heart try to imagine all we could have been
The obvious is conceived,
But reality makes pale the soul,
I can’t bear the thought of losing you.
With soul filled with questions and heart memories
I plead, please kill me but don’t ever leave me,
The obvious is conceived,
this reality makes pale the soul,
Please honey, don’t ever leave me.
