Where do I start?
From beginning perhaps.
It's painful to say...
Seemed so sad
istead you were glad.
Didn't think to me...
who did fill so much your mind?
I know it now, I can feel it inside...

The hard and bitter
weight of your lies,
to keep a secret
on your treason with that guy.
Unfair to think it
I'd have accepted
the hard and bitter
deceit of your soul.

I'm wary I know.
But I've never made fools
as you did it, baby.
Said you loved me
but with the heart
you thought only to him...
and seemed sincere when you told me about
that I'd never suspected you were hiding to me...

A hard and bitter
deception of love
that went on
from that rainy day.
Even when smiling
you came to meet me
the kiss given
it wasn't for me.

You thought you could keep control
of the game that seemed perfect,
but like everything even that had to end
and your words were no longer sufficent.
It all fell apart.
Then the anger has
prompted us to accuse to each other,
and there's nothing left of us.

And now the house is cold without you,
so I'd preferred don't knowing...

The hard and bitter
deceit of your soul...