Chirping bird sounds eat my bones out and drive me crazy,
Diving deep down in the forest to forget a way out.
Something in the green-brown field of view remind me of the remains from the eyes of you.
Walking on the old train tracks
I embed myself,
Like our last station
in this unnameable relationship
ended itself.
Maybe I don't know much, explanation doesn't help at all,
So damned
That I know missing you is wrong,
Because I know that you won't.
To you, I'm just someone,
you to me all I wanted,
where the hell should I go?
Never wanted just your body,
but it's a lie when I'm saying
that I think of your body with somebody else.
Feel free to warm up your cold aloneness with others,
because the only thing that gives me the heat
are the tears rolling down my cheeks.
Told you more than once
that your distance never made it exigent different to me.
Now it is like feeling the small things are beyond reappear.
