there was time, when i was so broken hearted.(c)
there was time when i was your lover, not a partner.
half the hell hated me, i knew nothing about rulling.
had nothing, no money, only wasted pride and fresh scars.
you gave me keys, you gave me diamonds, you gave me crown.
they say now, that i am scarier than you are. so freaking messed.
now i think that in the very end i never anticipated high passion from you.
even though we shared so much drama and wars, enough for centuries.
i am used to the fact that you can not be near me 24/7.
i am used to the fact that when i am in trouble, you wont save me.
i am okay as it is when i am needy for an advice, you phone is off.
somewhere deep inside i always wanted a freedom.
to be not someone, who is sitting behind you and sigh your papers.
someone, distinguished enough on my own, with my own damn rules.
we might not share opinions, i might want to be like my brother, not you.
i stopped asking you for diamonds, advices and support so long ago.
i am just used with the fact that you are the other half of me. forever.
it is not that bad, aint it love?
the way i feel towards you will always be outside the measure of emotions.
unchangeable. something, that can not be put into simple transgressions.
i run you with your sins a lot lately. i will probably do for another hundred years.
then it will become history.
your love towards me was not always clean. so did mine.
but we have eternity to talk about this over and over again.
honestly.