Here we lay in the shadow of our favourite tree,
So airy like the signals you’re discomfortingly sending out to me.
If only I didn’t feel the urge to know, but I had to ask.
Like a knife your words stabbed my innocent heart,
Deeper and deeper, inch by inch it tore into pieces.
Was it the way you said her name that hurt me most?
Or was it the fire in your eyes
When you were explaining how it all started?