We are at the end of this thing called love. I got a feeling that only one of us is trying to find the right things to make a difference and avoid an end. The other is only trying to figure out how to get out of this thing the easy way and in one piece. The ship is going down and it’s time to drown or get off. No more reasons and sorry excuses. Yet our hearts are humbleness as if there’s a chance to salvage this thing we called love. Begging is the only thing left to do but our lips won’t open; our arms won’t reach for each other and neither one of us has the strength to try anymore.
This is our last moment. Silence and tears are all that is left between us I guess, when it’s over, it’s over Goodbye My Love