Is it worth to endure?
Love is, even when not pure.
The secret of who we once were.
We carry through our lives, now obscure.
If I only didn\'t leave through that hotel door.
But a coward doesn\'t stay, when he knows it could be so much more.
And I know I will never see you again, and in April when the winter fade begins.
The joy of a spring day will forever be lost to me.
As I lost you that day, as your flower came to life in the sun.
And lied, that we were meant to be.