These passing days I'm going down and down
Because I've lost my angel
Yes, I'm sad
Because something happen that was very bad Past few days were the words of mystery..
Because its me who knew the line.
Everyone is asking for the story but they don't know it was just a page what'll i tell them?
Because i only know about a line.
A line which is unsaid, unwritten, untold.
A line for what everyone is waiting but this story is incompleat without this line.
Maybe its not the right thing, Maybe its not the right time, Maybe we're better off alone, Maybe its time to let it go.
But I'll write the whole page
I can live with the fact that
I won't meet you again
But i can't live with the truth that You didn't exist.
Its all about the words which are making a line,
But hold on,
This page will turn,
And story will change.
