𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧

Lonely table just for one In a bright and crowded room While the music has begun I drink to memories in the gloom Though the music's still the same It has a bittersweet refrain

I guess there are many broken hearts in Casablanca You know I've never really been there, so I don't know I guess our love story will never be seen On the big wide silver screen But it hurt just as bad when I had to watch you go