It's been a lot of months,
now it's no more fun.
There I was bathed in your love,
wishing to be your one.
Out of thousands of nights I have been,
Never saw my moon so pale.
Screaming at our rages after,
I narrated the end of our tale.
People come, people leave,
But it's not love if it doesn't hurt.
Hailstones and stroams, on my heart,
Is this the best part?
But if I ever get a chance to make a wish,
And change everything over,
Barren lands might bloom again,
But I'd still be a lonely lover.
Asking for the love, the joy,
That you could only give her,
Always made me act so naive,
That I'd want you forever.
So if I ever get a chance to make a wish,
My love,
Am I still sane if I asked you,
to give me all your love?
