No use looking back
It all looks the same,
Only We call old feelings
By bitter new names,
Like lust or a bit of fun,
Or just a mistake,
with the passing of time,
What liberties we take,
We pretend that is over,
That the pains has all gone,
Then we smile and we joke,
and somehow move on,
Yet When we are alone,
We look back with such different eyes,
And we remember the hurt
The pain and the lies.
For we can lie all we like,
Say there was nothing to feel,
But when we are alone the heartache,
Is
Real.
