He told me nothing.
Sometimes I think
there must be a land, where sad country songs to cry, and the ground made of letters never sent.
Sometimes I think
I belong there, but never was I pushed to live my reality, and retire to that land, like now.
He told me nothing.
Not I love you, nor I hate you. He did not tell me anything. Just, that I could continue talking to him, and that he was impressed of my message, that was telling him that I was in love with him.
He told me nothing,
and I am left with nothing. I saw it. I knew. I only blame myself. I only will live from now on with my mind, full of love songs we should have shared, things I wanted him to say to me.
He told me nothing,
and now, I leave from this land, to another, where I belong. The land of broken hearts.
Sometimes I think
the repair my soul needs I will find in that special land, and I will leave soon, better, fixed.
Sometimes I think
maybe, I will go, and die there.
Bye.