So many tables in so many bars
so many glasses and so many filths in them
so many broken dreams
so many frustrations
so many broken hearts
so many lusts
so many gazes
so many smiles
so much loneliness

things lost
things found

and what for?
have all those sorrows taught you anything?
are you still looking for the same tastes? the same pleasures?
are they useful if
you were so drunk that you can't even remember them?

take all those things
crush them and shape them into a ball
and keep it
because at the end of the day
is the only thing you have

it doesn't exist the love you dreamed about
neither does exist the magic you thought you had

so the only thing that is left
is to take that ball
to take it very strongly
and to crush it and to squeeze it
every time
you make a decision

and still like that
you will keep looking in tables of bars
and glasses and broken dreams
and lusts and broken hearts
and you will find smiles and you will find gazes
and you will lose things and you will find others

and at least you're not alone anymore
now you have your ball

I wish I could tell you that I'm gonna save you
I wish I could tell you that everything is gonna be alright
and that you don't have to gift yourself to anyone's arms

but I can't
and maybe you have to

I guess that you have to walk those streets
those dark street corners
and wrap yourself into those motels' bedsheets
and get disgusted by their showers' floors

I guess that that love that you don't have
you will look for in many other hearts
some of them rotten
some of them sick
some of them ****** up like mine

I only wish
that your heart doesn't get rotten and doesn't get sick

because inbetweeen those streets
and the bedsheets of that motel
maybe I saw in your eyes
my reflection
the image of that defenseless someone
wanting to be free
and to be happy

and it makes me sad having to flee
but I can't be close to you

not because I think something bad about you;
I couldn't do so because doing it would be
thinking bad of myself
and I have learned to live after so much
and to forgive myself

but becuse I have to protect myself
that defenseless someone has learned with scars
and now is afraid to die
and wants to be happy
and wants to be free

forgive me please

thank you for the little love you gave me
and good luck when you keep looking
hopefully not in way too many other hearts