The next one to speak about forever
Will probably lose their lying teeth
For believing again I'll never
In such a childish fantasy and myth
The next one to say for better or worse
Will never count in mine presence
For such will corrode their worth
And my respect will be of no essence
The next one to say hallo will get goodbye
For it is better not to get immersed
Into sweet nothings, It's all but an iron lie
That doesn't last and does soon rust
The next one to move the fountains
Of my heart, will have to move Mountains