And no I dont feel like sharing this love,
and no I dont want to share my memories
this is our story, not anybodyelses,
and if the love its gone there is always sad but happy endings
this love does not deserve to affected or consumed by all the emptines 
of the vain, and lust, I tought we had it, I tought ...

I refuse to share your arms, your lips your smile, I refuse to share your toughts
I refuse to let it die in the hands of no one meaning who ever...
are we already gone? because I tought we were perfect
I finally felt it was real, is it real  really like this?
I tought you meant it, I tought I was the demon and you were the light
I tought I was mistaken and you tought, I tought
and you tought but we both tought wrong...

and here I am again alone to hear the rain and here
 I am again waiting for whatever word except and end... 

and here I lay hoping for more days,
 avoiding tears, chasing dreams