Well it seems like yesterday.
When we met.
The times we spent together.
In those days.
I can still remember.
When I heard you say.
Our love.
Is just a dead flame.
Nothing is the same.
Everything has changed.
Theres just a blurry view.
Of the future.
For what you expected to be.
A perfect something.
Over time.
You've said it over and over again.
"Theres no more reasons to worry."
"Everything is better for me."
But did you see it coming.
He played you like a fool.
Were you expecting something so cruel?
Or were you just expecting.
A perfect something.
