It is not that someone directly tells you that you...
you grow up and its not that you weren't pretty...
O God, please call me suddenly towards You,
'cause to torture me, there's a long queue...
I'm emotionally attached
Then I decided to detach...
That storm is about to blow.
I cut off my anchor long ago...
Looking around the room
So many memories here...
A shadow forms in my mind,
dark and mysterious it lurks from behind...
How I wish I could treat you the same
Not the way you treated me the first time I came...
My intuition:
a hot knife...
Each pain in my heart is biting every fiber of my...
My bed was a bed of tears and of dangerous...
Emptiness breaks a fragile heart
For I cannot stand to be apart...
Wandering aimlessly through the winter days,
surrounded by waves of perpetual storms...
If I disappear with the morning,
Will your bitterness follow my wake...