Aizagov

You never gave me an answer, I always Questioned but I'm through with you, now it's your turn to question and Your heart will have to mend. If you want to know where I went, question the rain, talk to the air, they'll tell you it's your fault, it's your fault I'm not there. Talk to the tears on the ground, The tears that fell without a sound so you wouldn't hear, guess I shouldn't get someone I can't trust to wipe my tears. So I'll never be in your arms, Independent works on me. So if you still can't see, question the rain, talk to the air, know it's your fault I'm not there. Ask the wind, what you cannot comprehend, your