What do we do?
We hurt, we grow apart
What do we do? More and more
We grieve, we grow apart
Perhaps for us it wasn’t love
It was obsession
Perhaps for us it wasn’t love
It seems like greed
What do we do?
We fall silent, we grow apart
Perhaps for us it wasn’t love
It was obsession
Perhaps for us it wasn’t love
It seems like greed
Perhaps for us it wasn’t fate
It was coincidence
Maybe for us it wasn’t forever
It seems like it ends here...