The truth hurts,
but I’m free now.
Or am I?
Of course I'm not.
You're the ball and our memories are the chain.
I will never be free.
Forever chained to you like a prisoner.

I feel so empty.
Empty as the bottle of liquor I left on the sink.
Empty as your heart when they mention me to you.
Empty as bank accounts of poor people.
Empty.
Just empty.

You would set me on fire,
just with one word and one look;
I was burning so bad,
that I needed an ocean,
to cool me down;
And you were standing there,
and just laughing;
Like I was a circus.

Hyperventilating
Thoughts going through my mind
Never thought that this was the man that momma found
His true colours showed up
But I couldn't stand it
I must stand up
I must stand up
Momma told me stand down
But I won't let go
In my ears I steal hear the echo
Glass shattering
Screaming
Punching with the lines
Never thought that this was the man that momma found

Every word, every poem.
Every corner and every street in this city.
Every guy that enters the train with that authentic perfume.
Every cigarette, every liquor.
I see a piece of you in every person I meet.
Everything in this world is reminding me of you.

But all of that can't change the thing that you are not mine.