I saw your face in him.
As he made me come,
I saw you in him.
Once a strange girl
I had the fortune to meet,
warned me about the people I let in.
“You won’t be able to give again,
if you’re not careful,” she said.
When will I be free of you?
When will your face not be the first
I see when I close my eyes?
When will I be able to love