esterday was a blast
but today is back to spleen
I thought it could maybe last
but I was naive like a teen
My soul is down
and my passion is gone
I feel I have to drown
and I can't make it to dawn
I am slowly giving up
believing myself no more
breaking up that coffee cup
from which I drunk the cure
With no cure and with no hope
I may as-well just leave this place
preparing myself a golden rope
I treat myself as if erased
My love will never be real
and my heart will never be healed
I tried to make an appeal
but future seems as sealed
Why do I deserve this?
Have I hurt you?
Why do I deserve this?
Have I hurt you?
Are you afraid of me?
Or do you hate me?
Do you like ignoring me?
...or...
or do you love me?
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