Breaking Down - MARTE

where is my sweety, oh, i lost my baby

and my house is really empty

this is no funny, oh, there is no beauty

now the night is scary

i can’t forget you, but now i can’t take back you

i wanna accept the self selection

there is no glory, there is no poetry

but now i’m slowly and gently

breaking down

don’t give me lies, please don’t give cries

i’m too full to listen to you

you were too angry, you really kill the joy

and i was fully unsteady