An Early Cascade If You Were Music, It Would Sound Like This
You, the only girl ever, killed this bottle of sweet happiness.
I'm so scared to see your face. Your lonely face.
And The nights we shared, were the best nights in my life,
but the time has changed and everything we loved was set aside.
When habit makes a mess of our lifes,
we're losing touch and say goodbye
to all these nights, to all these nights.
If you were music, it would sound like this
