confess

a year had passed,
i thought ours would last.
Last nyt i feel for you,
today i shall not do.
you've been my happiness,
that i must confess.
Tonight i must be thru
killing whatever i have for you.

i confess.

three weeks had past,
i knew it wouldn't last.
Last nyt i feel for you,
today i never do.
you've been my happiness,
that i must confess.
Tonight i must be thru
killing whatever i have for you.