PAPER LINE

Can barely see the pieces of reflections you left
i will drive towards the sun
look at all the promises, tears i have wept

Yesterday is history
and you're the inspirations i write the song
tomorrow is a mystery
I cared to much, getting hurt for long

I won't forget but i'll dead the issue
I get high and low thinking of the promises
I know you'll be sad, feeling guilt for bad you did too
now there is nothing than bluntly memories

I love who i am
I don't want to be ungrateful
and i mean no harm
I'll remain still be it call me a fool