When rose turns into gray...
And green turns into black...
Then I know it's time for me to go
And better not come back.
We meet up and you tell me
'Bout your work and your priorities.
You're talking of your plans, your visions
And of your philosophies.
I wanna say:
"Good to see your face and good to hear your voice!"
But I feel it's not my place... and it's not my choice
That I'm not existing in your stories anymore.
When rose turns into gray...
And green turns into black...
Then I know it is time for me to go
And better not come back.
You don't see...
You don't see how you much hurt me.
You don't see,
That you are my first priority.
You don't see
That you already kind of left me.
When rose turns into gray...
And green turns into black...
Then I know it's time for me to go
And better not come back.
You don't see...
You don't see how you much hurt me.
You don't see,
That you're still my first priority.
You don't see that
You already kind of left me.
When rose turns into gray...
And green turns into black...
Then I know it's time for me to go
And better not come back.