History.
september5...

Each hour i go on
pretending to be okay...

Even when youre here
itdoesnt feel right at all...

Each hour i go on
pretending to be okay...

Thoughts of confusion
fill in my mind...

Like chopping the firewood
you cut through my soul...

Like chopping the firewood
you cut through my soul...

They say that love is forever
full of woos and wows...

I'm sitting in the car
no-one's here but me...

There's a whole lot of questions
that we ought to ask...

They say that love is forever
full of woos and wows...

Its finished now:) it took so long. but i didnt...
it was a sunny spring morning...