I sit alone in my room with my soul on my hand
and nothing around doesn't exist the very end
life is about to be lost knowing more you are less
and feeling more you are closer your mortal progress
the stars never shone as brightly as they did that night
when you kept asking what happened what's wrong with my sight
I was watching my sentence that lingered within you
kindly loosing a part of myself knowing love I knew
that's what you saw since that night I only kept looking
for a traces of my life the bench where you were sitting
coming every other time I saw the first meeting
and now when you don't sit there my heart craves for greeting
a silver Mercedes that was parked the first reaction
our little trustee of mutual attraction
looking for it on the streets sometimes wrongly I saw
would be easier to get in with memories but no
