I hate the fact that we're apart.

It breaks me when I feel your heart

but heels him cause he see my fate, but kills me cause I know it's fake

You might be wondering if it's true

but all we need is me and you

As we walk along the thin line

I can see us being just fine.

We hear the wind crying for fame

as if it were words, which we can't explain

and though my heart keeps beating

I can see your face still bleeding.

And though I know that you'll always be mine.

You still don't understand the fact that were not fine.

I know the reason but i'll remain still

like a little mouse that's looking for mince