I made you pain, so sorrow,
I made you cry so bad,
To feel myself in row,
With my own sense of mad.
You cry, you shout so loudly,
With no excuse for me.
I stayed upon my way so proudly,
Just cutting bridges to the WE.
Not knowing roads to future,
Not thinking far enough,
Preferred the lies with torture,
With madness, laughing rough.
So complicated, ironic,
The fight between of us,
No words will write the chronicles,
No time will give surplus.
Forgive me if I made you painful,
Forgive me one more time,
So foolish ways acknowledging
The only truest love of mine.
I love you in the way I know,
So deep and wide, no limits,
As soul may whisper endless,
So high with no horizons.
Without fear to lose of selfness,
Without fear to lose myself,
For that I paid with cruelness,
Afraid to loose a part of “us.”
