If I didn't stay, would you turn the page
If our love walked away, could you feel the same
The letter that you wrote, is molded into me
I'd have left this world today, without the month of May
If it didn't rain, would we wash away
If our trust pushed to shame, could you hold me then?
The letter that you wrote, snowed into me
I'd have left this world today, without the month of May
Without the month of May
Without the month of May