I don’t waana cry
At least not after all
we’ve been through

My eyes don’t deserve these tears
And neither does my heart
Deserve this pain
Or my soul, this sorrow
But still that is what you bring me.

You have no ideal,
Of what has been done to push
the memories and moments
share off my mind.

You don’t know what it means,
Seeing the would you built
with so much dreams
Falling apart before your eyes
Yet nothing can be done to stop it.

Now all that is gone,
I see you collecting
bits and pieces
to built it all over again.