Stories - Viktor Lazlo

I remember quite clearly now when this story happened

The autumn leaves were floating and measured down to the ground

Recovering the lake where we use to swim like children

On the sun would dare to shine.

That time, we used to be happy

Well, I thought we were, But the truth was that—

You had been longing to leave me, Not daring to tell me

On that precious night watching the lake vaguely conscious

You said: Our story was ending.

Now I’m standing here

No one to wipe away my tears, No one to keep me warm

And no one to walk along with, No one to make me feel

No one to make me while, OH!

What am I to do?

I’m standing here alone, It doesn’t seem so clear to me

What am I supposed to do about this burning, heart of mine

OH!

What am I to do?

Or how should I react?

OH!

Tell me please!

The rain was killing the last days of Summer

You had been killing my last breath of love

Since a long time ago

I still don’t think I am gunna make it through another love story

You took it all away from me

And there I stand, I knew I was gonna be the …

The one left behind

But still I’m watching the lake vaguely conscious

And I know---My life is ending