my nights are the same
my days already the same
nothing changing there
in my lived life
look .. it finished
when you were loving as a crazy
saying it never ends
is there a known something
say it " what worth weeping for what a love "
i am getting used to it
i reached peace with my self
all the men are the same
all women are the same
all kinds of love are lived the same way
same faces rush into laying
should everyone be lost in love
is it me who is guilty or the fate the guilty one