In the beginning of the end,
There was no way.
Just me
And you
...
I am so weary.
I am weary of the things that gather dust on the shelves.
I am weary of trying to make sense of them at all.
A year has gone by,
...
I will never find the love,
The love.
What does it mean?
I know
...
In The Beginning Of The End
In the beginning of the end,
There was no way.
Just me
And you
And someone else
On a bench,
Not talking.
You asked me
Two years ago:
"Will you come back? "
I kept the quiet and
Went away.
And now you ask me:
"Why came back? "
I feel the moment and just said:
"I wanted to have a home, but now
I am here,
It's not my home
Anymore."
You say:
"You were born and raised here,
It's always been your home,
Your parents, friends and just the man
from the flower corner."
You look,
And said:
"You loved this city,
You loved to walk through the buildings,
You always loved to have some fun with people
from the market."
In my mind,
The city where I was born
A long, long time ago -
Where I was happy and excited,
Where I was a little girl.
Where I was playing with the kids
And loved to live.
But now,
I'm not there.
I'm in an unknown city,
The city where I used to live.
And maybe one day,
I will be free
And feel at home here.
You sit behind me
On the bench.
No words.
Just you
And me
And someone else
In the beginning of the end.