It is the distance that makes life a little hard.
Two minds that once were close, now so many miles apart.
Now and then I think of when we were together
like when you said you felt so happy you could die,
told myself that you were right for me,
but felt so lonley in your company.
But that was love and it´s an ache I still remember.
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
like resignation to the end, always the end.