There will be no rhymes,
just the story of life...
When I met you I was trapped
and I made this trap with my own hands
letting me be inside it for a long time
and I needed to break free.
I see you as my only chance to do this,
to help me, to go through it with me.
And you did it.
I felt so close and excited, like never before.
Was it love to you? I still can't say.
But love to him was stronger...
Unfortunately. Or not.
I wanted it to be over,
to return to my cosy world of loneliness,
But you didn't let me do it.
You were so much into me,
you studied me under a microscope.
You wanted to help
but didn't notice you're making it worse.
I made my trap worse,
and the final was natural.
I thought it was over, but you didn't give up.
Never gave up.
You made the same that I made with him,
trying to put him into the ideal
I created in y dreams.
You created an ideal of me
you wanted so much to be with
that you didn't want to hear
what I told you about not loving you.
You didn't want to take it.
In spite of every bad word I told you.
You kept trying to reach me.
For weeks, for months.
My fault that I let it happen and
wasn't strong enough to say
"no, it will never work",
"all you imagined was fog"
"I was fog because I never got
what I really felt to you
under this big bleeding wound
I had because of my love for him".
I protected you as I thought
from being hurt, making you suffer.
I didn't know what you lived through,
I didn't see anything because of my own pain.
Did you get obsessed with me?
What made you keep talking to me?
What feelings could do it?
I found the right words in the end
to break you free, to break me free,
because it was toxic, you kept studying me
we kept hurting each other
that's why I wanted to go.
You let me go, you said.
From obsession to pushing away.
Trying to explain everything
by madness, what else it could be?
The whole madness of two...
Live and be happy now,
when you let it go. Finally...