I've reached the end
With tired arms
So many times I saw you
Pretending to forget
And that happened

I got drunk to the void
With your poisonous honey
You were mine
And the boredom
Led us to disillusionment
And that happened

It was
And it was
And it was

Soft fabrics on the floor
A part of the euphoria
And the most slippery thing
Is to believe ourselves without memory
And that happened

It was
And it was
And it was, and it was, and it was, it was

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