Just clear rejection is the fact of disinterest or integrity falling in pieces
Discomfort building in no more comfortable silences
Or paraphernalia of glances loosing it's eccentricity
Here we stand alone and no longer want to indulge in favors
Growing cold and abandoning what we savoured
Here we stand alone no longer want to clarify our choices
Whatever we'll say sounds foist
This weather is turning sad and so is our love
Disinterest building from distance or from lack of trust
It's fermenting with ignorance, leading sour roots
Day by day growing
And filling our lack of pursuit