1: I Couldn't compose to count in the good times, on one hand But on the other hand just some tired, and i understand Everything you did for me I swear it was more that i could believe Some of my things we're left unsaid It's best to quit with you ahead We did wanna let you go And all good things comes to an end We hope you'll know That we had to, and we'll miss you 2: I Could't compose to count in the hard times, on both hands And we'd try to hold it together, as we breaking down Everything i did for you, i swear it couldn't both. it's true To many things we'd made, unsaid It's best to quit when you're ahead We did wanna let you go And all good things comes to an end We hope you'll know That we had to, and we'll miss you we did wanna let you go And all good things comes to an end We hope you'll know That we had to, and we'll miss you