April

Mooe

In every breath

In every tremor

Born every day from you

Sometimes I crumble

Inevitably, you're part of me

Could I call this love?

Maybe am I just crooked?

Do I love you?

I don't even know this

Do I love you?

I don't even know this

You told me

You're not wrong

I thought it was too long

About the definition of love

When our heights cross each other

I see you in me again

If I were to go to hell

I hope you won't be there

Why do we nibble at ourselves?

Has it been too long?

Can't we turn it back?

It's supposed to be easy

Life goes on and on and on and on