If every dawn leads to the morning,
And every hope turns into smoke,
Then each and every love is burning,
Can’t fix what you already broke.
If every rhyme flies into dust,
And paper always buries feelings,
Then each and every love is lust,
Can’t expect to find its meanings.
If every tear led me to you,
And every heartbreak shows the way,
Then each and every love is blue,
And I’d cry every single day.