He is a shadow from the trees
And I sleep with the birds and bees
He is the darkness of the moon
And my sunlight scatters in the ruins
I want to be asleep under the stars
But he wants to go to a bar
We are two people and none is better,
But I think I should stop wearing his sweater
We are very different,
Never satisfied.
He finds my taste repugnant,
And about this I have cried.
So much pain in only a few months,
We have different inner selves and different fronts
How long will it take me to cope
With the fact that our relationship has no hope?
I know that he is not the one,
Yet we still coexist with little fun.