Love, has an army of miserable
I am one of them, since I exist
You are, my last victory
that's bruising my heart when I think of it
The truth is harsh, it hides like a scar
and a lie is half of me, the other half dreams of you
Rosemary, has nobody to smell nice for
it would bloom in vain
rosemary, never again for the two of us
you are somewhere at the end of the world
Love, is passing by me
even if it stepped on my foot, I don't exist
You are, my last victory
that's bruising my heart when I think of it
The truth is harsh, it hides like a scar
and a lie is half of me, the other half dreams of you