i met you in the wrong time
when i was feeling empty
when you were twenty , drowning in an ocean of sadness gently
thinking that everything wasn't sublime
we were both born in august
i was being distant , cold and not enough bold
that's what I've been told
don't worry my feelings and i were honesti was alone
you appeared
while sitting on my own
different thoughts were crossing in my headscared of letting you be the one healing me
then , few weeks after you'll be killing me
" that's not fair " you'll be telling me
leaving you before leaving me
