I've torn all the beautiful letters, Each writing love just as a script, These odes to the hopeless romance, The shield and the sword for the broken, For real - a couple quick notes, Saying that everything ends. I've buried my once cherished dream - I'm tired of living tomorrow, Tomorrow of yesterday, Tomorrow that's already gone. And the fortress that's built of sand Would be good just for losing the fight. Such a perfect love story would die Right before its beginning, so tragic. No one would be waiting for me On the faraway island of hope. And the hearth of a fantasy Would give only deceptive warmth. Even shallow and rotten hearts Speak in oaths, serenades and rhymes, Like a deaf man can sing a song They enjoyed when they still could hear. They create only to destroy, As a word has the shortest life. I still keep living in the wave Of our being apart together, We're living a mystery, But at least it is not a lie. And it's only life's perfect guise In your eyes that I've fallen for.
