And once again, you have won.
And once again, you have hurt me.
In my head the same pressure as before.
On my right palm, an ominous sign.
2x
Ref. 2x
Is it that love is making us into weaklings?
Or is it just that I appear that way.
But when I meet you I need a drink
To look you in the eyes.
And once again, you broke me
And reopened my wound.
Yet I thought everything is fine
And nothing is recognizable now.
Ref. 3x