I'm praying every night
That you'll run back to me...

You are the kind of crime ,
that i'll comite over and over again...

There are days where i miss you so much
And there are days where i don't remember you...

Here is a story how i lost you and your brown eyes
And how i believe your pack of lies...

It's so hard to look at you now
But i remember that i made a vow...