- cifra
They say, it's all over
I'm your, lucky clover
I'm not, good at guess it
Why not, you confess it
You said, you & I
would read fairy tales
again one night &
you & I
would make up adventures in our minds
You say, it's uneven
you're the, one who's leaving
I hear, what you're saying
I thought you were playing
You said, you & I
would read fairy tales
again one night &
you & I
would make up adventures in our minds
You walk away, ungrateful
Not another day
to say you're sorry that it's changed
its gotta be this way
you & I
would make up adventures in our minds
