To my self esteem A test,
A tour off being honest, no regrets.
Finally I do what´s best.
If I make it through, to myself- congrats.

I guess A shoulder to lean on,
A man with A warm heart
Before the end off my feelings begun
Before life could have torn me a part.

But I can´t say-
The diffrence between too real,
And A more integrit way
Can you understand the level I feel?

I guess not- we have A wall in between us.
A misunderstanding in style.
I'm still, more heartfull and generous
I don't feel like I make you smile.

I feel uneasy- while you are the problem here,
I guess we better part.
I sometimes have the urge to dissapear.
I'm not that- intelligent, still I consider myself smart.

The wisest route in between- you and me.
I guess will be to end up, give it all up,
Tell ourselves it's history-
And yet, our sore minds have to clean up.
How is that logic?

People remember, people break their hearts.
If I could do it, I would heal all those shards.