Can this really end?
I am still thinking about you, but no
I can’t sketch you like she did?
We are the end
Why am I still thinking about us?
Me with higher level of believing
Can’t stand you two
Your summer getaways it’s now over
No more disappointing pictures
Or proud voices of an ex
We are the end
Let the white moon leaves our sights
Let the uphill dream house leaves our minds
And the rain will come to our path and erase it, Soon…
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