In the end it was just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, long after you were gone
Why it had to end,
or was it never meant ?

Love is pain
I wish that I was gone
And every time I think of you
My heart break into a million pieces.

This pieces of my soul
Are scattered all around,
I try to fit them, but I
had no clue

This is harder than I thought
I wish to complete myself
And on every piece...