This time,
we play the round,
unsual than usually,
maybe I was busy asking myself,
pointing the faults are all mine,
so I stay in distance,
I stop talking,
I stop entertaining,
I\'m getting slower in walking,
and I thought,
maybe,
this time,
all this birds,
don\'t want to sing,
our favourite songs anymore,
and maybe,
this time,
it\'s okay to be alone too.