Then
as time
passes,
the will
gets tired;
it stops
defending itself.
And you
have already learned
to fake it,
and we keep going
on.
Then
as time
passes,
any conversation
turns
to things
I already know.
And you
find it pointless
to repeat the same thing
and so we stop
talking.
But the fear
of hurting someone,
prevents you
from leaving,
although
there's nothing left
to save.
But I don't know
what you are going to do
out of here,
alone.
Then
as time
passes,
you feel
like many people
you
don't laugh at, anymore.
And you
are finally
realizing
that you are not in love,
anymore.
...that you are not in love,
anymore