Verse 1
I’m doing well, I’m doing bad,
You love me, you don’t love me,
I pick petals, one by one,
Sitting in the meadow, where the flowers are done
How are you? Thanks, I’m doing fine,
But in my heart, someone committed a crime.
My heart is broken, everything is stolen
I sweep away the pile of shards unspoken
Chorus
The mood is down, the vibe is off
I just mourn for someone, who’s not here anymore
I sit lost at the bar of this club of broken hearts.
Depressed, desperate, suffering and fucked up.
Verse 2
Have I told you, how much I hate you?
Have I told you, how much I love you?
I long for the days when everything was bright,
But you don’t want that and can’t see any light
My life would be fine if there wasn’t heartbreak
It turns every truth into something that’s fake.
You’re worth so much that everything is at stake
Without you, I just don’t want to be awake.
Verse 3
I’m low as the basement, dark, gray and cold
I search for the peace in the memories I hold.
Take painkillers, they say, thinking it will help.
As if it were that simple, I’m left here to yelp.
It just feels like death, a pain that never fades,
A constant reminder of the hope that decays.
Hurt and disappointed, broken and feeling bad,
A bit of everything, but mostly I’m feeling deeply sad
Verse 4
Not ready for the fall, I refuse to give in
I don’t need a therapist… screw him
I don’t want therapy, I wish you were here,
I don’t want to die, I just wish you were near
Then everything would be okay,
With you by my side, we’ll find our way.
Not ready for the downfall, not ready for the pain,
Better cling to lies, to protect the heart’s reign.
Verse 5
In the world of infinite, it’s you what I miss.
I have no idea. What did I do to deserve this?
Always suffering so much, it pulls me down,
Like a weight on my shoulders, I’m starting to drown.
I just wanted the best, nothing bad, no strife,
Yet the list of accusations remains in my life.
Impossible to pay off these debts for you
You’re more ruthless than the chess computer Deep Blue
Outro
Yet I carry on, not thinking, just doing,
In the silence of the meadow, where the flowers are strewn.
Everything goes on, but love stands still,
For one who is everything, whom I cannot fulfill.
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