I breathe a last breath,
I ask myself why you are still in my mind,
nothing seems to help me forget,
indifference becomes real.
I play a lonely game,
fighting with my imagination,
waiting for some words,
for some signs that seem distant,
indifference becomes real.
I beg for a smile,
or a nice surprise,
nothing comes my way,
everyday is the same,
indifference becomes real.
I know new lips kiss your own,
and mine become dry,
the answer is clear,
indifference becomes real
So I wait for someone,
that never seemed to love me,
fooling myself with dreams,
of love, of joy,
distant as they always were,
indifference becomes real
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