Today and every day I say goodbye, To a part of me, To a part of you. One more is gone... And one day there will be noting left. Oh my darling... My love... I know it's over, but the feeling is still here Even after you've disappeared. You seem fine, so as I. But noting is really as it seems, And every day I lie, To you, to myself, to everyone... What happens now? Will I forget or will I be forgotten?
Never lose your self