You promised me rose,
I didn't know of the thorns;
I laid where the garden grows,
Now I'm crying perfect storms.
I am told,
I am a man so bold;
That I can let it all go,
And there'll be nothing left to hold.
If you're reading this now,
I just wanna let you know;
The future we planned together,
You burnt it all in a row.
But hey!
I am not wounded by your love,
As much I am by the torment;
That comes next,
When there's no more.
Your voice in my heart,
Has become an echo of the echo;
And since, now we're apart,
I see it disappear, I see it go :)