I don't know when I lost my mind, maybe when I made you mine.
Maybe it was every time.
Maybe it was when you told me that you miss me.
Noone knows how to say that they're sorry.
They say she's stuck in her daydream but lately her face seems slowly sinking, wasting.
Don't be fooled by your emptiness, there's so much more room for happiness.
Don't look back unless you're planning to go that way.
We'll play hide and seak to turn this around.
Let us always meet eachother with smile, for the smile is the beginning of love.
