I got stuck.
I got stuck In the middle of my thoughts,
thinking you could love me,
but you sent me a lot of looks,
telling it won't be „us".
I had a cup of milk,
half full and half empty,
but you didn't want to talk
even if it was needed.
Now i realised
Now i realised, it's just emptiness
not in the cup,
but inside my heart.
You gave me yours,
but as it turned out
it was just your cute voice
which leaked lies, not once
and not once you promised
you can try, but you didnt
And In the end
And In the end
promises became a lies for me
like the key, which doesn't fit in any door
and I tried so hard to forget
but you weren't, and you won't
be somebody purely indifferent
