Let it be

 Fatal love,Hands tied,

Deep down in the mistletoe.

The wither ed dream died,

When you started admiring her.

My inner soul cried,

But than, gradually I realised.

I was always taken _for granted_,

But now my dilema even died.

That I was the probably most insulted intention,

You kept towards yourself .

And now I smile, smile and smile,

That you started admiring her,

what a soul satisfying pair you both looked tied.

Gone are those butterflies,

Gone are those heart thumping fire flies.

Gone are those survival guides,

Now I stand together with my feet, 

all so strange and unknown nights.