I loved the man
you were some time ago.
I loved the man
you could be next to me.
This time
you have to leave,
you have to go -
there's nothing else
that ever here will be...
I'm not yours,
you're not mine, you know,
you choose someone,
some other over me.
To care... what?
I stayed alive... although
you were not the first
who tried to kill.
They call it 'love',
enjoying someone's pain,
they call it 'care'
putting dagger in deep.
And still I smile,
I know life as rain
will wash away all grieves
as in a sleep.
One's easy with the life
as if in a show,
some suffers much
and looses way and then...
I loved the man
you were some time ago
and I believe you will be
once again!
2014
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