This is not about finding someone to blame,
stories doesn't finish just
because someone writes "The end".
There isn't always a killer,
sometimes it's just time to die.
What goes around comes around,
the same way
wind and time usually do.
Go away if it's time,
hurry up, because as you well know
love is very impatient.
Don't waste a second
after you wind up the clock,
don't let compliments
steal your time, your time.
And there's nothing left,
thorns and roses were gone
with the wind, with time.
Now there's only life waiting for you,
with open arms
and the strong wish to make you happy.
You can leave whenever you want,
there are no walls blocking your way.
And don't look back,
the wind could muss your hair, the wind.
It's so hard to say farewell,
when it's not just that I'm afraid of losing you,
I'm afraid of not seeing you ever again.
There are no more ellipsis,
it's time for a full stop.
When loneliness is only waiting
to kill time, time.
And there's nothing left,
thorns and roses were gone
with the wind, with time.