Time heals wounds they tell me,

But the only good time did to me,

Was hurt me to death,

I gave my life for your happiness to stay,

Thinking you were doing mine baby,

Alas you weren't who I thought you were,

I liked who you were thinking you were, But who are you man of mysteries,

Did you give me this image to use me,

Or did I give myself this of you to live in an illusory happiness?
© Angelique