The delicate fabric I stitched inside your chest,
I kept the king hoping you'd like to play chess,
I never took your words for what they really mean,
Rusty scissors, stained clothes, eyes on the tv screen.
Gloomy night, filled with muffled cries beneath the pillow case,
Finished all the bottle of beers, like you're winning a race,
I begged, in hope, that you'll finally learn to listen,
Glimmering words, dazzling phrases that will never glisten.
I was a shocking, sad news, you celebrated hearing,
I turned into a parched woman, after you said: “I'm leaving”
You unbuckled the seatbelt and you stepped out of the door,
Tapes of memories, list of promises, tossed down the floor.
It was the excruciating pain I felt,
It was the old me, and how I knelt,
It was you, who gave me nothing,
It was me, who gave almost everything.
