When love lies in the corner.
And lies open the door.
Honesty has left my room, and isn’t coming any more.
Love has lost it’s meaning,
the reason to be through.
The reason why we trust,
when we do the things we do
When we are together we have to give and take.
But I can’t understand why tender words have to be fake.
Is there an answer to seek.
Or will I stay for ever this weak.
Inkognito 16-10-‘02