If This Is the End…

Imagine you love somebody,

You write songs for him,

feeling like you're gonna die if you don’t see him

at least two days after you last saw him.

Imagine you love somebody,

None of the tendons in your legs hurt while you are on your way to see him.

All those crowds,

all those sweaty people in the railway station,

are nothing to you.

And he comes and says that he gets bored of you,

feeling it’s unnecessary that you show your love a lot.

He keeps telling you that you’re so sensitive

because you’re a Pisces,

so fragile,

so much in love with him.

Imagine you love somebody,

That you love differently,

in another dimension, on another level,

with all your passion,

and all your beautiful problems,

uh, you are in love desperately.

Imagine you love somebody,

Thinking of him every second in your limited time of this life,

and then seeing nothing back from him.

And he comes and says that he gets bored of you,

In a state of mind that you don’t understand where it comes from.

It’s so blue against your dark and lonely sky,

And it hurts that he can’t imagine how it hurts,

how your heart is in pain,

how your eyes are ready to release an ocean.

You feel so dumb.

But you'll love him no matter what,

Even though you know that you will drown in your own tears

and blame yourself every day and night.

But you will be happy every time you remember you are on your way to him,

to kiss him,

to hug him warmly.

You will cry

and cry

and cry while you are freaking out to see him walking away,

and not coming back from where he went.

But

if this is the end,

this is the end…

Best for him…