Don't talk to me, I try to save my completeness If it is still possible. We both know it won't be forever. Let me enjoy this time.
No this isn't me. This is my stoutness, which do isn't let me go. I'm like a walked dog. You can stop it, but it is like to leave your home. Don't talk, go back! Go back, but feeling this.
Sometimes I feel, that this feeling is against me, But without it I feel devastation, Only the connection with the completeness can stop it And renew our life, without thinking of it.
Everything has changed around me, It's impossible to come back to those completeness, That irritated and pleased me.