They say that life is short
And soon it will pass me by
But the hours become long
Processing that it's not me hurts like hell
This goodbye isn't going to kill me
But how it's going to hurt
Imagining and going over what can't be anymore
I hate being in this story the person
That leaves to not return
I will be that puzzle that is missing pieces
A vile clown with a sad face
A king without a queen, that's how you leave me
You'll be that little thorn that I'll never be able to remove
It didn't work and admitting it makes me angry
That only in dreams I can have you
With the memory I will settle
I will be that puzzle that is missing pieces
A vile clown with a sad face
A king without a queen, that's how you leave me
You'll be that little thorn that I'll never be able to remove
It didn't work and admitting it makes me angry
That only in dreams I can have you
With the memory I will settle