Words are colder,
and its killing me.
Jealousy is take over us,
making us further apart.
Nevertheless,
I'm hanging on it,
trying not to let go.
Suffering in silence,
dying in the inside deeply.
Wound without wounding it,
letting my blood flows,
killing me slowly.
letting the time past by,
hoping it will end this suffering.
Smiling on the outside,
crying real hard in the inside.
Now,
I'm on my way,
finding a place,
trying to hide away from you,
so that I can be alone,
thinking of what we are seriously.
Its not us anymore,
our love,
is so cold right now.
Boy,
who am I to you?
