How did it start?
When did everything started to fall apart?
How did we manage to get so far?
So far, like the unreachable star
Is this how it will end?
Our broken hearts not having time to mend?
Are we sure about the paths we're taking?
Or are you also hesitating to continue walking
You know sometimes I just want to ask
Even though it sounds like a heavy task
"Can we at least pretend everything is fine?
And if we can, let's try to salvage us at the same time"
This isn't about me being the dramatic that I am
This is me wanting to know if this is really the end
Because in me, there's a hope that we still can
It's still waiting, hiding in its den
I sound pathetic don't I?
But we're hanging by a thread and I don't want this to die
I still want another moment of you and I
But if you don't, just please don't lie
