Cockcrow in my town.
You are not here now.
Here, only me and my solitude,
Thinking about all the love I gave you,
And your lack of gratitude.
All the heart that was yours was destroyed
By your silliness, your kindness,
The betrayal and by all the love I had for you.
Unfortunately, intentions doesn’t conquer anyone’s heart.
Now, I see. The light that used to light my eyes
Is lighting someone else’s eyes.
All the love I would still give you is gone.
For me, you are nothing anymore.
You and me are, in every sense, done.
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