Slowly as the days and months would fade away, is the life of the fruit that will make you sway,
Nothing left but disappointment of the life that you lived, that you had, it's true.
All it took was just a blow to divide all of our days apart, But if i cried i would only make you believe i was happy. Too late to let you know what you mean to me , Ive got to let you go because in my heart it hurts.