c'est la vie

They will float,

held aloft by the hands of angels,

this world will pass them by

for they are satelites to each other.

Bathed by the purest sun light,

such beacons have they become

So we all strive to fight for our love.

I don’t know where to start,

each day passing by there’ll be something will remind me of you

I can’t say, “I love you” neither do “I hate you”, I’m in between of pain and love of feeling towards you

I’ve been hated with what you’ve turned me into.