Pop and rock; You and I. You know that I love to sing. You know we’re so into in music. As the rhyme brings the melody. As the music turns to loud. You cry as I sing you a lullaby. I cry as you whispering me a serenade.
The Chorus is still the same. Nothing change. The only thing that’s different is us. You and I.
We both know, I hate this song. Because it was written for you…