I wonder how far away are
the good days?
You broke my wings
So don't become somebody elses sky
My prayer, and the one who listens to it, is certain
The rest is predestination.
My heart did not die out of impatience
It has a murderer...
If they ask me about you
I'll say he's my most beautiful defeat
If I go back to you, they’ll call it a suicide
I wasn't going to give that last value.