above...

everything is superficial nowadays..even love

Above...

Lost are you, my dear,
lost and still alive,.
living makes you fear,
dreaming makes you blind..

for those empty nights..when you used to walk
hand in hand with him..finding ways to talk
but then slowly, day by day
they became alive
and by every time elapsed...
cannot stand without
Even if addiction grows
Still they think it's fine
gloriously build their love
'till the less-expected crime.

lost are both, but as we see..love is just a prophecy.