I miss the good old days when the sun raised because of us Now there is nothing to discuss the night keeps silent cause our love is dying and the butterflies are no more flying We can’t stop denying but we are drifting apart I lost my holy piece in the hell you lost yours as well Are we strangers again? Do you still love the rain? if you do, I’ll be your raindrop Now you can tell me without fear am I a raindrop or a tear…
If something isn't Ok with my grammar or if I have spelling mistakes, please don't judge me too harshly because I'm not a native English speaker. English is not my mother tongue,I've been studying it only in school