Think if all hurt it was forever open
To think how they are the times of solitude
Think actually only of loving a stone
Or to worry with desires of anybody

Then leaning in so many nonsenses
And finally I forget of you
Always being wondered one day
I will love other somebody...

Sometimes leaning in killing you
But it would be too good for what it deserves
Then I will jog your wound well slowly
So that each scratch tortures her fully

I don't want few things
I am too selfish for that
I trust my experiences
With people done you

I can have myself a lot of wrong times
Having hopes with imbecile fantasies
Of everything still has turn
But I know that nothing has turn
Nothing can be remounted faithfully
I know that forever I will be marked
For your sordid betrayals and not calculated

I ask for forgiveness if one day I went too cruel
But like you always says... Nobody is perfect
And I tear your letters and your pictures
I let them to take for the breeze
As words to the wind
Nothing else than that