I don't know why I'm still living
When life could be already ceased,
I can't figure out its meaning
Or even the reason I live.
And my hidden tears of dismay
Are salt in my wounds.
Is anything worth it at all
If you just refuse to be here?
Your guise has been carved in my heart,
Erasing the scars of last years,
But making new, much deeper cuts,
Cuts that are bleeding love.
And as all the words of this feeling,
Beautiful, sacred, yet tragic,
By now have been already said,
Have all been lived through and cried over,
Have lost their powerful magic,
All ballads, so long, have been read,
I simply say: "Lovely, I need you".
And I can be waiting no more.
I'm just like the sea to your shore,
Or just like a rose
That's deprived of its thorns,
That's seeking some warmth and some care,
Or a stranger that's lost in a crowd
Of masks-faces, so dark and severe
Like the whole world without you there.
