The Beast And The Harlet.

She watches him as he is leaving
She waits all night till he comes home
She fabricates another reason to stay
She's always so afraid of being alone
She doesn't know what is real anymore
She tries to read the reflections from his eyes
She never stopped to think about love and direction
She only took the truth from her paranoid lies

Sometimes the beauty starts to die
When it's over
Torture yourself by asking why
But it's over

חשבתי שהחורף הזה נהיה ביחד  וזה יהיה מושלם כמו החורף הקודם .

אבל  לא .