now it does not matter anymore
if we start or end
or we end up on the dead end as it usually happens
I have no space in my heart
I will come back to you
when I am most alone and  hurting
and then I realize there is no meaning
a bit unfortunate
for a kind like me
I don ´t have anything
I am alone
I accept I will not be nosy this time
I only don´t know what or why
If I was forced to this
if there was a chance and I passed it
you will come back too
when you are most alone too
when you are most likely too
we will kill the fire
there is none
we are completely lost
we have lost
you never know what the beginning tasted like
that is the saddest part the happiest one
we will come back , come back to ...

there has never been a fire
no strenght
Im lost
if there is a short message
show me
noone knows
you hate me
you never remember
what you said
I give a shit
this oblivion is a sentence to me
noone is here anymore
I want to recall you the way you started ..
and you made an effort .and the way ..you started the fire....