If you simply ask me about it now
then every thing is great, everything's okay.
I feel great, the world is beautiful.
I wouldn't have believed it myself,
that I'd forget you this quickly.
The days are short, the nights long...
And I don't think about you anymore.
It's time and I don't miss it...
Not how you laugh, how you cry how you sleep
and what you dream about.
Not how you speak and stay silent,
each kiss that I now neglect.
Not how you laugh, how you cry
what you're doing and what you're thinking of.
Do you lay awake do you ask yourself,
ask myself was our time for naught?
What was for naught?
If you ever ask me about it,
do you honestly think I have an answer?
Would is even interest you?
Or do you not think about me anymore?
It's time and I don't miss it.