admitted oneself that people would hardly admit,
feeling proud of something that should've not been proud of,
judging people reversely,
when the world has been rotated by oneself.
I wonder why we met each other in the first place.
There must be a reason,
but I don't know what it is.
La gente es lo que no ves,
detras de la verdad, hay algo mas.
Confundir la realidad.
You are only a song of yesterday,
a sigh in the air that still remains.
Eres ya no mi amiga.