Worry about yourself, baby, I'll be good I'm over here while you are the one who's over there trying to cross over the line
You can see the pain in my eyes, I am still living in the past all I get left those memories of her blue ocean eyes, sometimes just I wish I can forget you but I can't let go, how could I let go of the one thing that once I used to call it home.
What does mean home?
mine is 2400 steps away.
