Here I am writing a love song,
Aware of the fact that you're gone,
Taking advantage of this sky,
When all's already walking by,
It's kind of insane to think of it,
Fake out the smile; a Little bit,
Love's not a game...
So I'm ready to take some blame,
Or will the days amend?
Would the nights come back again?
Or will she walk out?
Of your mind that gave me pain?
As I cry and write and thus,
It's the last love song about us,
I know I am still in love,
My Feelings are not useless stuff,
Till my last breath I'll wish for you,
I still love you after all you do.
© ninety nine