I see through bitter eyes and The fact still remains I read between your lies You got beat at your own game Take a trip with me for soon I will sin Without one regret The pain will begin
I see through bitter eyes and The fact still remains I read between your lies You got beat at your own game Take a trip with me for soon I will sin Without one regret The pain will begin
"...Smisao je gorak: covjek treba da se odrece svega sto bi mogao da zavoli, jer su gubitak i razocarenje neizbezni. Moramo se odreci ljubavi, da je ne izgubimo. Moramo unistiti svoju ljubav, da je ne uniste drugi. Moramo se odreci svakog vezivanja, zbog moguceg zaljenja. Misao je surovo beznadna. Ne mozemo unistiti sve sto volimo; uvijek ce ostati mogucnost da nam to uniste drugi..."