Now this idea seems a little cloudy
And the most lovely scenarios
Turned into an awfully written script
And I wonder,
if others go through this
When contemplating about their first relation ship
Well the story took its toll,
When we shared ourselves to bits
Liking our kind,
We spend all those meaningful hours
With enthusiasm on our lips
But then the dream lost its flavor,
And your lips so sweet indeed,
Started to taste so bitter
Not surprised by this revelation
I knew I’d turn into a pathetic quitter
And now I’m sure,
that fate must have opened the door
But never really dared to come in,
remaining frightened,
by the mess I’ve made
of her own environment..
And as you ask me for the reasons,
Of this sudden rejection
I feel like saying that
I only wanted to protect you,
From my beautifully painted imperfections
But these words remain silent,
And you remain naked on my bed
As with an unrecognizable voice,
And a dry throat I tell you,
That we simply didn’t match
