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I'm well aware that I should know you |
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and yet I feel it's not the case |
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It feels like talking to a stranger |
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I hardly recognize your voice |
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We live a life we never wanted |
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Hard to believe but it came true |
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We never thought that this could happen to us |
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Not to you and not to me |
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And nothing seems to make it any better |
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We live in memories. That's all |
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The dream we had is long forgotten |
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We walk away and don't look back |
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And though we shiver when we sleep at night |
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We have no way of finding back |
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Have we done all that we could have |
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to avoid where we are now? |
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Or have we known what we have done to us |
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and watched the dying process grow? |
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I really never dared to doubt you |
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Neither you nor your words |
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It is so hard to let you go now |
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but still I bid farewell to you |
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And instinct tells us that we're wrong |
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and still our feet keep stumbling on |
