Whats left for us to say?
Whats left for us to see?
Is there anything left to love?
Is there anything left to feel?
why do bad things always happen to good people
why love cant be easy, but always complicated
why cant we have a happy ever after
beacuse we beleive in it, and beleive that someday it would be?
I always beleived that everything happens for a reason, but
I'm done searching for them
I'm done of believing in you
I'me done from loving you
I'm done waitting for you
I'm done from not being happy.