Ingen är den ende

Dazzled by your grace, mutilated by your fear -
        I once believed in magic between us and now I know

you are not capable.



For sometimes we search for mystery and fool ourselves to believe
we found it
the world does not always succeed to please
         

                               I go blind with my own eagerness and when my blindness fades,
I laugh
how desperation steals my judgement, how could I -

ever.

Now I feel no longer powerless but the power lies in my hands,               hands, I -
wish I could cut off
so I would not have myself to blame after I leave you

Always and forever

                                I always hope for always and forever
but the only thing that ever lasts with me is my leaving,

always and forever.


I always leave.