My love for you is dying
the red roses get black
the colours are gone
the heart is broken
again this time
I don’t want you to love me
still, you do
the colours won’t come back
the feelings are gone
forever, I guess
I won’t come back to you
it could only hurt
and I don’t want that to happen
though, I can’t forget you
your love spell hit too well
but it doesn’t mean anything
I won’t come back to you this time...
(geschreven in een gefrustreerde bui op mijn ex-boyfriend zo'n anderhalf jaar geleden....kan het gevoel nog steeds voelen diep in mn hart...

Nu al bijna anderhalf jaar happy met "what may come", dus wees niet bang Mikkie!! Over 2 jaar kijken we weer verder...I'll come back to you...)