Tell me, what I should do and still I didn't do it. What I missed to be the man who can fit,
My life you have taken, my heat you have gotten... All love words had written, words I new its meaning and even the words meanings I've forgotten.
Tell me, what I should do and still I didn't do it, what I missed to be that man . . . before I'll leave this earth and waiting you in the other side with a tear telling you "I'm still waiting for you see how fool you were. ..!"
Clinging to the tone of deprivation and kept complaining, letting subject goes astray, neither the sweetness you saw helped you nor the tenderness you feel everyday,
and I know there's nothing will intercede to my heart saving it from that sway,
Am I hurting you, O.. be honest for you have the ability to hurt a country...
I'll leave you for there is nothing left you can do but killing me,
I'll leave you and abandon you forever for you think you bought me,
I'll leave you for the "I" in me shout, and the "you" with hopeless doubt, will never be "we".
When you lose your love to someone in the mist, it is the "I" who is lost, and then you fell like it is both who are you need the most... And nothing is ever as the same as you want it to be.
We live in a very ordinary world, can't you just see, any extraordinary pain mixed with the small routines, our loss seems huge and yet nothing can be pinned down or fully explained, for you are afraid if you found the perfect love, it would scald your hands,
You push and push to lose your love for him and then it is him who is lost... You tried not to hurt and yet,, everything you touched in his fragile world became a wound, then you tried to mend what cannot be mended, you tried, neither by your vanity nor tenderly, to rescue what cannot be rescued.
My darling... You failed, for nothing is ever as perfect as you want it to be.
