Ask me,
why won't you,
on how i live.
Because without you,
there's nothing to give.
And ask,
why I leave you now,
I only say this,
because my heart has no sound.
But you never ask me,
how I feel.
This situation I'm in,
it's already real.
It's too late to ask me,
there's no turning back.
Now no more you or me,
now I must leave....