The Feeling Not To Get Through

Girl, how can it be You turned into my old account And laughed at me for being stupid And no longer taking responsibility for you I was so cruel to myself that I didn't dare To admit my misunderstanding of love I'm not sophisticated How can I distinguish between good Bad and bad people How can I be sincere to myself And treat every love between people Who live in the past Seriousness is not enough simply Why are we all suitable for memories We deny it, do you want to be precious We can only reject every possibility Who cares and who do you want to go We could not simply met peace with ease It's torture for us, we simply cannot admit Girl, sorry, we're through, we go our own ways.