Perhaps some day I will understand what happened
Or maybe I will never find out the truth;
Perhaps my heart do not care anymore
About things that are buried deep into my soul.
Perhaps it was a chest that I myself opened
Not knowing the reasons , not being a sleuth,
So I let all my miserable demons run galore
And maybe that is why my spirit is without console.
Perhaps all was written for the best
So you and I could escape to the sun,
Perhaps our lives do not meet at the end
like a couple of bohemians drunk with love.
Perhaps we did not measure for the quest
And gave up to the test before it began,
Maybe it was best to end instead of pretend.
But it was real, I know, it was.... our love...
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