Fake.
Met her on a sunny day,
through the roses we made our way.
Hand in hand we walked through,
City Of Love, she led me to.
We laughed, we talked, we loved, we ate,
everything was good, but all was fake.
Fault.
What have I done?
What have I said?
Is it my fault,
or is it in my head?
I don't know why,
you stopped speaking,
speaking to me,
with eyes that were leaking.
Is it my fault,
that I love you,
with all my heart,
is it my fault?
So this was the first part of my compilation, I hope you liked it!
