Lately I see clouds of sorrow in your eyes. Some deep sadness you can never quite disguise. Now I'm scared to ask what it's leading to. But I'm more afraid of not asking you. Is there something that you want to tell me. Is there something that I ought to know. Are we something that's still worth fighting for. Or should I simply let you go. Is there something I can do to reach you. Are we something more than history. I'll find some way to convince you to stay. If you just tell me honestly. Is there something left of you and me. You've got secrets you've been keeping for too long. And I'm going crazy acting like there's nothing wrong. I can taste the truth every time we kiss. And I can't go on. At least not like this. I don't want to lose you. But what's the use of holding on. I don't really have you. If the feeling's gone. Is there something I can do to reach you. Are we something more than history. If there's no way to convince you to stay. And be the way we used to be. Then there's something that I want to tell you. And I want you to believe it's true. We had something that I'll never forget. Even if I wanted to. 'Cause part of me will always be with you.