The hating and the loving that does no longer matter
the tears and the smiles... the sighs of a lover...
the rose which once was blooming within this heart of mine,
the sunshine and the joy, was taken down by time.
The when's, the how's , the why's that wander in my mind
and this heart which bleeds and cries no more to smile and shine
A past that pokes and hurts me a future with no value
and you are just standing there grinning at me now , are you?
Not that this love is valid , not that this pain matters....
The measures of my life done with the weights of others...
"Τα μέτρα της ζωής μου με τα σταθμά των άλλων..."