We are no longer intimates
No, that's a wrong way to put it
It was basically me suffocated you with everything on my mind
I wish it was a different story
I know the tricks to keep us alive
But I don't know the essence
It's about not asking too many questions
It's about restraining myself
I wasn't happy
I wasn't happy at all
Is it possible to have what I want?
Will I also fall too deep and get hurt?
I think I have it already
In pieces, and now gone
It should be enough
I should be grateful
Am I getting too old?
Becoming someone different for the better was, to me, frightening.
But it's just not that simple
No one can be the judge
No one knows the whole story now
And soon we'll be forgotten
Forgotten by time