Let Her Go

You find your eyes again are crying
and you understand…this is the end
but you suppose to not cry but the loneliness keep falling like the rain for the sky
you’re lost in your love

You say “It’s gonna be the end of the empty space”
but it’s not…
she just wants to be your friend, and she’s loving the same empty cold boy
who use her as a toy

I don’t understand…
when it’s going to be the end of the sorrow?
tomorrow?

The love…this thing that you can’t choose
that it’s not a game
he always start a fight, and she comes to me to cry
makes me a though that the perfect is the most imperfect love

I don’t understand…
when it’s going to be the end of the sorrow?
tomorrow?

It’s gonna be the end…
of all…