Some words, they have our heart in them
Some songs, they got our soul in shelves
In wine, we find a lonely friend
At night, see memories of us.
Still yet, we write and talk it all,
Ink, Pen we draw our thoughts of love
To wake up, and see yesterday
And tomorrow to sit and write the pain.
Once our story was a paradise
Sweat hots at thoughts of you at night
And reminisce about future days
Only to see it through broken rays.