I've never been good at believing.
Believing in luck has never done me much good.
Neither has believing in love.
So I've always stuck to flesh and bones.
I don't know about passion, or pain, or undying love.

I only know about rutine.
About the void inside each one of us.
I only know about paperwork covered in coffee stains,
ashtrays filled with cigarettes,
smoked up till their last breath.
Cafe after cafe,
always in a rush,
in a city that will never let you take a break.

I only know about feeling small.
About feeling crashed against the pavement,
about running in circles with no origin or destination.

And so one day I broke.
I broke into pieces stranded along the corners of time,
too busy trying to figure out where they where,
trying to understand an uncomprehensible world,
as to just stop; and look for each other.

And so I kept breaking.
Each piece into two smaller ones.

And I forgot who I was
And I forgot I'd forgotten.

And now, now I look into the mirror
and I can't find my eyes.
I find a pair of empty eyes instead,
with a cold-hearted and much sadder look.

And so I break, and breathing becomes harder,
and I look down at my hands
and I don't recognize them anymore.

And I try to cry out,
but the voice coming out of my throat
is not mine, but a five year old child's
who desperately cries on her own under the rain,
because she's lost her north from her south.

And I beg for someone to offer their hand
to each of the lost pieces.
And promise them there's a way out
and tell them they won't get hurt
and remind them there was a day,
when things used to be okay.

And you, you look into my eyes
and you talk about dreams,
And I, I don't understand a word,
But I smile, because FUCK,
what kind of soulless heart could hear your voice,
filled with hopes, and dreams and life,
and not smile.

And so I smile.
And you, as always, you laugh.
You laugh and my heart is shocked,
as it realizes how long it's been
since it last saw this kind of light.

Because your eyes,
they shine.
They shine and they ask me to believe in you.

And I would, with all of my heart I wish I could,
But I've told you, believing has never done me much good.