I tire of the ceaseless run Although I like it Even though I like you I can no longer attain you As the step is too high This damn place where you decided to rise I grow tired of explaining Though I e
It's so uncertain that every step Has a purpose, a direction It's not easy to believe in chance Everything needs an explanation Formulas, methods, and results Our senses, so limited I don't like to be
Your love was unique and melancholic Why did you want too much? You went around thinking quietly That you couldn't give in You stopped following your path Tried to find it in other faces You couldn't