They said the Great War was the war to end all...
But now war is a part of some twisted law...

Slowly...
Slowly...

You don't seem yourself these days,
Down and depressed like you don't want to live...

To describe how much you mean to me in a poem is...
Because you mean more than words make it possible...

I don't feel anything anymore,
There isn't jealousy, hate or anger...

Life is like a sheet of paper
Waiting to be written on...