there's an earthquake
inside the heart you broke
turning a new page isn't easy
your voice still haunts me
i still smell your perfume
when i look into the mirror
my eyes remind me of yours
and i didn't wanna write to you
but everytime i'm in a quiet room
the edges of my eyelids dance
they're tired of holding rivers
now that they've run out of gold
what's worse than holding tears
is crying but you feel ashamed
you feel ashamed because
he never wanted you to begin with
you feel ashamed because
you disobeyed your parents for him
you feel ashamed because
you'd still do it all over again
