sometimes

i'm supposed to be busy, but well...

sometimes
there seems to be a way
but sometimes
there is nowhere to go

sometimes i lose myself
lose myself in your arms
and sometimes i find myself
find myself alone

once there was
passion
once there was
refuge
once there was
more than what there was supposed to be

but that was once
and that turn has ended

perhaps that once
that we once thought would never end
tired itself over and over again

when neither one could stand
what it is to be together yet apart at the same time

when doubts would sprout
like mushrooms in the dew

and hurt would flow
like the river we never knew

the river we've kept hidden for so long
because we wanted to be together
despite the ripples that tore our hearts apart

but the time has come
and the time has gone
and there is nothing left for us
but the scars we made each other endure
and the wounds i have carved on your soul

sometimes the temperature of the heart
rises and falls with what goes around
sadness, happiness
sometimes are but feelings unbound

and for the times they are
they become the shadow of the soul
but just as the sun comes down
and the shadow changes form
so will the temperature of the heart
rise and fall

there would be none like
what we had
none before and none after
there would be none like
what we had
none like what we had borrowed

all this was borrowed
and all this has to be returned
you to yourself
and me to my tomb