Tiny Implosions

Tiny Implosions in my heart,
everytime that I know that we're apart.
Tiny Implosions in my head
everytime that I know I won't get you back
Where the hell I'm coming from?
Where the hell I'm going?
I feel the insecurity,
never know what the future is showing me.
But one thing I exactly know
and it... it is no mystery:
You and me are leaving the stage without taking a bow,
you and me are history.
No love anymore
from the one that I used to adore
saying goodbye over the phone.
Hello old life and again I am alone.
Tiny Implosions in my heart,
everytime that I know that we're apart.
Tiny Implosions in my head
everytime that I know I won't get you back
Autumn is coming and you are going.
Happiness disappears and the pain is growing.
Why, oh why am I always falling for the wrong?
Why, oh why does it seem that I'm on the pursuit of happiness my whole life long?
Still see your shadows on every door,
nothing less nothing more nothing left to adore
for you and me, the end of the poem.
Hello old life and again I am alone.
Tiny Implosions in my heart,
everytime that I know that we're apart.
Tiny Implosions in my head
everytime that I know I won't get you back.