Last year

Last year
I was naive
Eager to impress
Eager to have my own
Happily ever after

Last year
I was eager
So eager I was blinded by
Your pretenses
Too eager, I was

This year
I am slightly tired
Tired enough to see the truth
But not tired enough to
Deny it

This year
I have no hopes
About my own
Happily ever after
Like I did with you

This year
I'm happy
I have my own infinity
But I know it will end
I didn't know back then

Last year
I chose touch over feeling
Stupid me
But this year
I chose feeling over touch
Finally