uno, dos, tres, cuatro

1....2....3....4.... I keep counting like before Who's gonna come in again? But then say that they just want to be friends Who's gonna leave me again? It's okay, this thing always happen I want to ask you some questions What do you think are we in this kind of situation? Do you think friends do those kind of things that we did? Your answer is what I need Will your ring be fitted in my finger? Will this be another ash or will this be forever? Yes, I am afraid As my love for you is in its stage of slowly fade But again, it's okay I can pretend that I'm fine and make it fake Maybe it's because I always ask for more Damn, where are you? It's 12:34 © Domar Esmabe