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Empty streets
Distorted notes
You compose for her
It's already dark
Hours of sitting
On a sidewalk
Under a streetlamp
You know she won't come back.
It's a continuous lament
Of phrases that are already
Gone, disappeared
You'll never hear
You were waiting to hear:
"You are the only one for me"
Make peace with your heart
Those days are now
Smoke and ashes.
The fog on your face
Cover the smile
Of those days when
She was beside you
You enjoy again the moments
Reading her messages
But only those that are really sweet
You won't delete.
Your world it's degrading
From now on you
Are able to react, but maybe
It's not what you want
You rather be the victim
You won't cure
Don't give up
It's a suggestion
Otherwise you'll reduce yourself
(To) Smoke and ashes...