We walked straigh ahead for hours.
Hand in hand like we use to do.
And we just forgot how we are.
Stuck remebering how we where.
But then those dark cloads apeared.
You had to turn around
And run right out of my dream.
This is the hardest part.
Realising that it will never be.
How my heart keeps on breaking.
By every word you yell at me.
So is this what i call a murder.
When you assasinate my heart.
True love feels like a burden.
When the romance fell apart.
So this is what they call a murder.
When you assasinate my heart.
Ever lasting love is a burden.
Already went wrong from the start