Two days and a few hours
March of the deadA week to be exact, no see
I skipped a whole week and I wonder if it was fun for you...
Much as it was painful for me?
And now I'm alone I see nothing worth, and not for one second worth it to fight for it
And I know that is not good for me, because...
You are fickle and change every second
And I know you just makes me ill, why...
You are perfect now and cruel later
And I can not stand her constant mood swings and foolish
No, it will not happen again
No, I will not let you hurt me again
No, I will not let my heart again dominate
I fought, god knows
God knows the hearts of the good, the bad, the just and the uncertain
Now I would give anything for my world
The strange peace I find in my room eerily dark
When you finally left me standing in the rain, alone and scared
I felt a peace empty and tried to close the doors and lock the windows of my heart
Well
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
U - u - u - u - uh
Been two days and a few hours there we see
And I think I'm better now
I think I'll be okay someday, but that day is certainly not today, baby
Who am I trying to fool, anyway?
I still miss you
Still dream about you
Still her perfume
I still see you everywhere I go in
Still reliving every second of our few encounters
And every second I spent with you
And all I wonder what I did wrong
But the truth is that love is not flowers
Yes, it lasts
A few seconds
Just so we know how
And then breaks
And then he burns
Finish, and then there's nothing left