Love fades like all other
big things.
Burns away like a lit cigarette's
gray ash.
Human get used to the fact that
everything loses its sparkle with time.
Human get used to the fact that
everything has a beginning and an end.
You're different
Everything in this world that (my) eyes had once set upon has changed.
You're different..
Everything that (these) arms once have been wrapped around has changed.
What was I thinking, victim of illusion
when you said that it was over.
that love is like a box that eventually is
thrown into the corner?
Years (time) bring a sign
that you're no longer strong
They tell me where you are and with whom
But I don't believe them.