So this is it
An empty soul, still wet, drowning sorrow, for tears, for a heartbreak, for the hardest thing to be done. Left there, alone in this head, in those doubts.
Waiting and waiting for this feeling to come back, for those ideas to grow.
Trying to forget, but how could I...When you've found the true meaning of the word.
Too hard, too late, it's like poison in your vains, just love.
"Can I hold you one last time?
To fight this fear that is growing in my mind."
And they said, "get off this situation and feel fine"
Yeah... No, thanks sir...Not that easy.
But you can't stand it because... in the end, you're fucking alone, and it has always been that way, except with that only person.
You've fucked up everything. Cheers.
