I will never forget, and I will never regret,
what you and I were.
This is because, you and I were nothing.
"So let's be nothing! I hear it lasts forever",
isn't it true though?
Tell me, oh please tell me if I'm wrong to say,
that nothing lasts more then nothing.
More than love,
more than tears,
more than scars and more than fear.
Nothing is no use to us,
but it does not bring pain to us,
After all the pain and fuss,
after all the blood and dust,
after all, it only reminds me of a bust.
Yes a bust, in a dark room,
with a depressed man who's name,
Would probably be considered as a man insane,
Because one night he met or imagined,
a raven, and it just so happened,
that the only thing the bird could say,
was nevermore.
I never really looked at this poem,
and its stanzas were far too long,
But we're not really talking about him right now.
But the similarities are unsound.
They torment me and invent new nightmares,
new ways to frighten,
new ways to scare.
I was so stupid to believe,
the stupidity is hard to consieve,
I thought that you were finally here!
the ONE, you know, and I was so near!
I was so close to believing, that no more scars would come.
That there would be no more bleeding, that my sadness was surcome.
But then again, it never works,
so why, oh why do I believe?
Why do I believe in love?
why do I believe in destiny?
when its such a pain to me.
Why do I wish?
how can I trust a stupid coin,
that my hand will not be empty?
That it will be filled, that it will be joined?
Well, my wishes don't come true,
so I want my money back.
And maybe with them all combined,
I can at least find,
some guy who will fall in love with me.
not really for me,
but for my blood money.
I never thought that I would hate,
life so much but it was my fait,
to fall in love,
and fall from it, cause no one was there to catch me.
And again the bitter tears come,
Where they originate, where they are from,
I have no idea really.
But they must have an excellent supply,
because they must be almost out.
How can I be sick of crying,
when my from my eyes they spout?
Why am I deprived of dieing?
Quoting the raven, I would say,
to answer this question to whom I sway,
the answer is quite simple see,
forevermore,
my love will love me,
"Nevermore."
