She turned to me and said: "No more,"
I looked at her and asked: "Why?"
And she looked down and said: "I don't love you like I use to anymore..."
So I stood still and numb for a while before taking her into my arms...
She felt cold,
Her heartbeat slow and unstable,
I didn't want to let go,
But she pushed me away and said: "we're not able to keep this up, so let's put it to end."
She moved away and began a new life;
I stayed behind and sunk deeper in mine,
For days I waited for her to come back to me,
For nights I sat alone in my room with rum in hand,
For I came to know that I no longer was her man.
The days passed with not much shine,
The nights were dark but not as dark as I was inside.
In my time of need there was no one beside me,
Not even my own shadow stood by me,
He always left when times got dark,
Just like she did the time we grew apart.
Almost eight months had passed,
I was already a sad, useless little junkie,
I browsed my phone and was always alone...
She always use to cheer me up, but at the end, it was I she'd always schold.
I went to rehabilitation and was put away in a mental hospital for some time.
She was always on my mind,
But this one time I was finally setting the past aside,
I was getting better and helping myself out,
I was no longer a junkie,
And I had left all my anger out.
A year had passed...
I was doing okay,
Got a job,
Had my own pay,
I could finally smile everyday.
...And then she came back...
She called me one night,
She said to me that she missed me,
She said said she wanted me back,
But I was doing well without her with me,
I wasn't sure if I wanted things to be like that;
To have her back.
I sat down in my bed looking around,
Thinking if I should or should not go back,
She said: "I've missed you a lot and can't stop thinking about you, will you please take me back?"
I was silent...
My heart was under attack,
My eyes saw nothing,
My mind went blank,
My heart hardened,
And I was no longer that man;
The one she'd always count on having back.
I hung up on her...
She came to my house and knocked on my door,
I politely opened the door,
She didn't say a word,
But she charged in and hugged me...
I felt cold,
My heartbeat slow and unstable,
She didn't want to let go,
But I took her arms off me,
I stood firm and said: "You really hurt me back then and I don't want to go back."
She now felt how I felt... sadly.
I'm always sorry that something so beautiful,
Something so blissful,
Had to end like that...
