When the night covers the city with an empty heart I bite the air where you are. Four weeks. Almost an eternity, waiting for the call that doesn't happen yet.
I miss the tenderness of your voice and the slow fire when we made love.
White tears. You didn't love me truly. While I gave you everything you just let yourself be carried along.
White tears. Why does it always happen the same? While I gambled my soul you only played for the hell of it.
Who would tell me that I could end up with the soul in flesh and blood and truly jealous. Everything in life has a beginning and an end but I feel that our thing finished without starting.
I know you used me just to show off. How blind I was to fall in love so deeply.
White tears... you didn't love me... I gave you everything...
White tears... why is it always the same? You just played for the hell of it.