We both kept fighting, hurt and bruised.
Guess this is where our story ends,
Some loves are meant to stay half-written.
We both kept fighting, hurt and bruised.
Guess this is where our story ends,
Some loves are meant to stay half-written.
Blame it all on fate with all your might,
There’s no tomorrow I can see,
Today I left what’s you and me.
I’m no longer yours, you see.
Blame it all on fate with all your might,
There’s no tomorrow I can see,
Today I left what’s you and me.
I’m no longer yours, you see.
We should make out, right?
We should make out, right?