The Message

I could have gone
leave all my tommorow
I’ll fake my death
Leave all my sorrow
There’s you and me
And all the memory
The past all behind me
I’ve been depressingly lonely
And I’ve been floathing on the sea
And you came
try to find me
The other things that it could be
Yes, It could be love.
I’m 21 and I’m just begun
This can’t be true
They read my message too
Tought I play no game
I let go the pain
Tommorow.
I’ll make you understand
I’ve been depressingly lonely
And I’ve been floathing on the sea
And you came
Try to find me
The other things that it could be
Yes, It could be love.