How Bad
To be a prisoner of your thoughts
And to wake up
Only with you and those thoughts

As if I had died, and my soul had left to search for you
Kilometers, meters, a thousand meters, a hundred meters between us
Such long distances, but it doesn’t matter
Because the problem is not in the distance
I am distant within myself
I imagine you a lot, sometimes

My soul has darkened
As if it has left and gone away
Among my screams
Only one voice is heard
Your name

I lost
I know everything
Those trees have turned yellow
Whiteness falls upon them
Feet on the roads
Chains on the roads
Salt on our table
And only you in my mind

You don’t deserve me at all
But still, I love you
I know
I never deserved you either
Yet, you still loved me