With the end of us comes a feeling it hurts even to explain.
It shakes the trees and splits the ground and is too hopeless to call it pain. I have given my whole heart and from that moment you've been asking for more.
They say it always takes two and yeah that's true but some are only happy at war.
So, heartquake 10.1
Come back thief/Come back, leave! Defend, Attack! A part of me is gone. Gone with things we broke and pictures we took we thought we would look back on.
Chance after chance, but I don't blame you because it's not anymore in your hands.
The damage is done and wounds won't heal neither as lovers nor as friends...
So, heartquake 10.1
