"Behind The Gate"

Earlier this week, I've been through some new things (not that new in the end). You know the kind of situation you might wonder how you got in. You think about it and you figure out that it couldn't be any another way. You're nice, sweet, spending all your time (4 years exactly) and energy trying to show someone how great life can be, trying to make that someone smile every single day. Just living your life for someone... who never cared about anything or anyone. All of this was useless. You feel useless. You're broken and wonder if you'll ever be able to trust anyone again.

I'm sure you envy me right now. Well you don't have to. Haha

Yes, I'm smiling now, I've worked at it. It's not easy everyday, but I guess it was harder when this person was around. And I have to admit that I feel free now.

The benefit of all this was that he was my biggest inspiration. I wrote twelve songs about him and all the things he put me through, and now that it's over, I'll have to find other subjects to write about.

Anyway, I didn't know if I could share the thirteenth text I wrote last Monday (right after the final argument occurred). But wait, I have nothing to hide!

So here it is!

BEHIND THE GATE

Beautiful and strong flower

Can you see it smile

Traveled a thousand miles

To get where you are

Shared all its power

To make you grow and see

How great life could be

But it couldn't foresee

On the other side of the gate

The predator shows its claws

The flower's afraid of the weight

Of the damages you can cause

But it'll pass, here starts the wait

Crushed and trampled flower

Can you see it cry

Why can't it fly

It's about to die

Can't get any lower

It was one step too many

When it couldn't take any

No it couldn't foresee

On the other side of the gate

The predator shows its claws

The flower's afraid of the weight

Of the damages you can cause

But it'll pass, here starts the wait

Desperate and useless flower

Kept hoping and praying

When you didn't care about anything

What a time-wasting

Slowly taking back its power

Tired of your words

Which became answers

It flies to a different world