The pain I feel
when I struggle
to get my heart
stay inside my chest,
that **** is for real.
I totally collapse,
that's how I feel.
We had a chance
to life
but you felt that
we danced
on the tip of the knife.

If our love
were our opponents in chess,
had we been meant
from the beginning
to lose the match?
I did my best,
but when I fell
you did not catch.

Now I'm at the border
to lose my breath.
I fought for us,
you gave up.
Told me that now
it's too late.
Love said;
Chess Mate.
We did loose the fight,
and now I cant stand
the feeling
of missing your hand
against my cheek every night.

What should I listen to,
when I no longer hear your voice.
My heart can no longer bear,
I can no longer feel the beat
inside my chest.

I miss you,
But I do wish you the best..