'Can you explain to me what has become of us?'
the song continued
as if it was played to hurt me on that evening ride.
'not even pleading can save us'
the lyrics echoed in my mind
it haunted me as I cried myself to sleep
I closed my eyes,
yet thousands of questions deprived me from my sleep
like what happened to the both of us?
can we get back?
did I fail to love you?
did I fail to recognize that we're falling apart?
was I not enough?
But no matter how much songs would I play
no exact lyrics can answer the queries
you've left in my broken soul
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 2:33 AM UTC
'Can you explain to me what has become of us?'
the song continued
as if it was played to hurt me on that evening ride.
'not even pleading can save us'
the lyrics echoed in my mind
it haunted me as I cried myself to sleep
I closed my eyes,
yet thousands of questions deprived me from my sleep
like what happened to the both of us?
can we get back?
did I fail to love you?
did I fail to recognize that we're falling apart?
was I not enough?
But no matter how much songs would I play
no exact lyrics can answer the queries
you've left in my broken soul
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