turmoil of things

turmoil of things

looking beyond the clouds above me,
i see a constellation made of broken hearts,
wondering every second,
if one of them is me…

 

i ask you my newfound quesitons
only to be put into more confusions
never thought you’d do something like thsi…

 

yet you scream every night
of the scars my pain gave you
of the wounds i never managed to fill…

 

you keep telling me,
and i keep listening to you;
that whatever i may say,
i never had the right,
to break your heart that way…

 

i am back in my sleep
dreaming your face every night
dreaming of those lovely days,
we’d spent together,
so close to each other…

 

but whenever i think of you,
i think of me, of what i did…
that whatever i had said,
i never had the right,
to break your heart that way…

 

i tried crawling back into your arms
to show you my tears, to fall,
aslepp at your feet…
but you’d thoguth i’d come back
to hurt you again;
and you pushed me away…

 

you shut the door on my face
and switched of all the lights
but i stayed all night at your door
for you to come and take me inside;
but you never came….

 

and in those moments of life
i remembered, of those shameful
deeds i have done, of the pain
i gave you, of all the explanations
i said i had… i lied….

 

but then whatever you thought,
that whatever i may still have to say,
i never (ever) had the right,
to break your heart that way…

 

i am afraid, from you…
from my conscience… i afraid
to ask for forgiveness
because i know deep down inside
that i may never keep you happy
never get you to smile…
and that i am going,
somewhere far away from you,
going far far away…

 

leaving with a truth,
leaving with words, for you…
that whatever i may say,
i never had the right,
to hurt you that way….

never (ever) had the right,
to hurt you that way…

to break you heart that way…

that way…

that way…
never had the right,
to break you heart,
that wway…