The first time I choose to let you go, you held my hand and told me not to.
I held on tight, thinking you'll do the same ..
But why my love?
Why are you slowly slipping away? ....
The first time I choose to let you go, you held my hand and told me not to.
I held on tight, thinking you'll do the same ..
But why my love?
Why are you slowly slipping away? ....