At the begining

we exchanged so many words

 

At the end

we there was nothing to be said

 

Love comes quickly, that's true. And also happens to be usual to lose it the same way every time.

The woman in the dark, the face in the mirror, the call that never rings, the stupid within me...

Always the same erros, always the same mistakes, always the same thinking, always the same solution... Try another...

 

The focus is on me, the senses of the past didn't come in handy, so let's try one more time, I swear not to pursue only a shadow, you gotta be mine, and you are real. Sure.