Bleeding hearts,Shooting stars
Wondering when it all went dark
wishing everything stops falling apart
living in flashbacks, dying to press restart
But what can we do now? Blame it on our stars?
when we both know Dear Brutus, the fault is ours
you making me wait for hours
me making fun of your scars
b/w sorting priorities,You & I
failed to protect the love which was ours
Crossing...