My heart is dissolving
My pulse is going down
I'm carrying heavy luggage
Memories that contaminate
Your absence is a torment
That sweeps away my happiness
I am a dried up tear
I am a fallen branch.
And the saddest thing of it all
Is to accept that my lips beg for your kisses
The saddest thing of it all
Is that you're not returning, not returning, you go and forget about me.
As if you would have loved me
And my name be erased
As if one time you wrote to me
And your pen crossed me out
As if your body have had
All the memories wiped out
As if you crossed the doorstep
And your life would have just shut
Which of me would have healed you
And intoxicated with anesthesia
As if you had amnesia, amnesia.
I think of you in nightly shadows
I dream of you in daily sorrows
If I rise from the floor
Your voice rumbles and inclines me.
And the saddest thing of it all
Is to accept that my lips beg for your kisses
The saddest thing of it all
Is that you're not returning, not returning, you go and forget about me.
As if you would have loved me
And my name be erased
As if one time you wrote to me
And your pen crossed me out
As if your body have had
All the memories wiped out
As if you crossed the doorstep
And your life would have just shut
Which of me would have healed you
And intoxicated with anesthesia
As if you had amnesia, amnesia, amnesia, amnesia.