There comes a time when love is life and life is love
When nothing matters more than to be alone
And the love you don’t have becomes the life you miss
When nothing matters and everything is circumstantial
when love is life and life without love means nothing.
Cause everything that is important can be loved,
So if no one loves me that means im not important??
How can you be sure that you are loved, when words are lies?
And whispers are just the worst possible way of telling a half truth
That’s all I have half truths and bad lies, that’s all
I can possible endure right now
Especially from you, the person
I once tought was the love of my life.
Half fucking lies, that’s all I deserve, that’s all I never give you
But in the end that’s is not even important, cause you are not the first
Or the last to lie to me, to hurt this fragile heart
The same that I got 27 years ago.
