If you weren’t looking forward to me
You wouldn’t be left empty
Like the soil thirsty for water
Like a mother wishful for her kids
By waiting your soul has drained
Nettle grows from my heart
It burned you long ago
When you harvested my love
You believed
That I’m not poisoned by sadness
Ref.
Yes, that’s me, an empty bed
In witch I don’t dream anybody
It is dark in me, even on the daylight
I’m , bona, misrable