This the way we choose to finish.
In between crystal cuts and empty pages... as always.
We sat in that bar drinking our drinks last night,
saying no words but screaming our names and, of course,
what we found was that
there was nobody listen to what we needed to say.

Not even you to me or me to you.

Communication had had became in something missing...
we wanted to fly too
except because we had no place to fly away.

You said it once
that I had no rights to tell you what I was feeling
because
that wasn't your theme...

Yeah
I guess you were right
because this is not about love
but
the opposite.

It was best to scream how much I hate you
before I disappear completely.