Shalom,
Shalom, Shalom.
Do you realize?
Of those who left
But you don't realize of those who lost
This job won't end before I say
You came back too early
I don't want to come from unseen
I don't want to go while sleeping
If you are willing
Everything you did
I will get mixed up
I will take these into consideration
You will get used to it It suits you best to wear pain
When everything I do is done to you
Your mind may work harder for love
Your mind may work harder for love Your
mind may work harder for love
Come on,
say I'm proud,
say I'm ruined again What difference does it make if you say I lost?
Say I'm sad,
say I'm regretful, say I was wrong
You won't fall from my heart's eyes
Maybe for three or five days
Then you will get used to the truth
You will get used to it
It suits you best to wear pain When everything I do is
done to you Your mind may work harder for love You will get
used to it It suits you best to wear pain When everything
I do is done to you Your mind may work harder for love
You will get used to it It suits you best to wear pain