I know that this is not the main thing,
It doesn't matter anymore,
But still somewhere, so deep inside me,
The past I always will deplore.
"Cause there, on those forgotten pages
Of bygone story of my life,
I bathed in bliss when I was gazing
Into your eyes, when you were mine.
I'm not like normal human beings,
For reasons I don't understand,
I must shut up, I must stop grieving,
Just spend my time left 'til the end.
It's funny how I once was able
To love... to feel... to cry as well.
But getting old is not romantic,
Now I'm a callous empty shell.
Empty Shell
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