Maybe I didn’t lose you at all
Maybe you were never really there
Maybe I just thought you were
Holding on to my imagination
The perfect dream that you were mine
Now I wish to be free from this falling
From my mind, it lies to me passionately
I’m chained to my doom, the grip tightens
Nothing’s there, you’re not anywhere
There weren’t enough lies to keep me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem