اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
If memories was written down, I'd cut it up and cross it out
Cuz memories also hurt inside
All the pain and all the lies
And you might think the past is through
But the past goes right on through
And memories holds the hurt inside
Regret creeps up on you.
So put your hand into my hand and baby we'll forget
That life had even started before our hands have met.
