There is resentment in his tone; regret in his voice— apology in his words.
"Maybe we just weren't meant to be."
And in my heart of hearts I know it to be true, too. But we don't say goodbye.
We never say goodbye.— why didn't you say goodbye?
There is resentment in his tone; regret in his voice— apology in his words.
"Maybe we just weren't meant to be."
And in my heart of hearts I know it to be true, too. But we don't say goodbye.
We never say goodbye.— why didn't you say goodbye?