So, if nothing is left, what should I do?
Nothing to change, everything to lose and I can’t even think about it,
but it’s so hard broken my heart emptied. I can’t afford the last spirit of hope.
I should have known better, should I?
Too young to understand, to abandoned to recognise that some people just don’t hide, their feelings are something different.
I’ve been waiting for so long just to be held tight, to be a gift for you, my life.
I thought and I lost my childish dreams, I grew up and I can’t look in your eyes.
You’re the same. We lost so much, we’ve been through so much… how can you be the same? That could be the worst betrayal to me: you’ve been somewhere else, I can just read it in your eyes.
Thinking, always thinking about your job, your money you can’t afford, and I’m here, year by year, in front of you.
I feel so useless, so abandoned once more. They say the child from abuse marry abusive, so maybe the not cared ones marry those who don’t care…
I don’t know… I have to face my future knowing I will never feel what it means for a woman to be truly loved. I wish we were not so many of us.