but then you appeared with that beautiful face,
your face heart that you use to shine my crying in the meaning they give to the word.
Once I told you that they wounded me tore
tired of give my life for love. death,I was broken,
they humiliated me, killed me,judged me,buried me
,you understood the reasons why i stop believing in the word love.
you understood why I felt like a lost soul,
without somewhere in a space.
I got tired of love many times
that I get used to pain but whenever they mentioned me the word I ran to the end and closed every wound
with tears,as a start with my blood
tired of give my life for love