Pulling the windowsill down
Fixing the pillow to the ground
Bringing tissues,with no sound
Crying silently ,in the dawn
Yes,they are right
We are not good at all
And it hurts to know something
You wished you did not know
Pulling the windowsill down
Fixing the pillow to the ground
Bringing tissues,with no sound
Crying silently ,in the dawn
Yes,they are right
We are not good at all
And it hurts to know something
You wished you did not know