It’s a little complicated.
In July he broke my heart.
On New Year’s Eve he broke my soul.
And yet here I am wishing
That this year can be different:
That his vision of us walking around
Aimlessly, without conditions,
Can come true.
I see my mistakes
And his lovingly more
And i want so much to turn time back.
It’s a little bit tough.
A broken heart hurts,
But a broken soul
Feels empty,
Feels guilty,
Wet from the tears
And gone into depths
Of lonesome nights.