I don’t feel alright in spite of these things that you make.
I don’t feel alright because you make promises that you break.
Into our house, why don’t we share our solitude?
Nothing is pure anymore…
This is not a war…this is love!
It’s hard to make sense, feels as if I’m you through this all.
Previously I never called it solitude.
And probably you know all the dirty shows I’ve put on.
I´m exhausted like anyone.
Honestly I tried to avoid it.
Honestly but I can´t because I still in love for you
Nobody has gained or accomplished anything.
So just back to me, back to ours lives…