They both sighed for the same thing
and now they are part of a rain far away
don't be confused resenting is no good
these are just spasms after the goodbye
You play sad songs to make you feel better
your essence becomes more visible
from the same pain
a new sunrise will come
Maybe they lavished the necessity
but they are voids that they cannot fill
they didn't know the deepness
until one day there was no choice
You stay there waiting for echoes that won't return
lingering between rejections
from the same pain
a new sunrise will come
To separate yourself from the species
for something higher
it's not pride it's love
it's not pride it's love
To be able to say goodbye
is to grow.