We were fine wine
So dizzy and lost
Nothing dear than ,
what love could costOccasionally sweet but often bitter
Nevertheless , had a shine like glitterInsanity arose for you in me
Solacing , you didn't care to be
All these years with great monotony
Always Lacking of ingenuity
Tranquility , i could never seeIt was the end of you in me
It was the end of you in me- joyy