Here we are at this fatal hour
Here I am howling my solitude like a wolf
I stand on top of my illusions
and see it clearly now : it was nothing.
Love is nothing.
Love comes alone, it needs no company.
Love is misery.

I lick my tears and shout at myself
point my finger at the reflection
then break the mirror into a million pieces
each for each word given to you
Shattered into a million selves
I just lie there
Idle idle idle forever
I am gone.
We are gone.