He wasn't ready when
love first came
Couldn't control it
Neither face it then
He gave her the blame

Either dead or working
Never had the time for feeling
His society so poor, always fast
Love have never been first

Always thinking of plan
But now can't think right
She never fade in his mind
Love became his main part

love is a risk of being broken
At least the brave won't be forgotten
Despite your good or bad deeds
The memories will never be lost.



© sombre