This house ain't a home, since you left through the main door
Your scent fades away, while I still remember that day
Don't tell me that it's over
The book that took our time
We wrote it and we lived it
For you to tear the pages apart
Unbreak the broken now
Unshoot the gun you shot
Directly to my heart
You aimed and shoot your fire
Poets trying to write
A story that took place in my heart
From my home I'm in exile
You're not the one who gets to cry
Forgetting you is a full time job
That I am refusing to do
I still have dreams about you
Slipping through my hands like sand would do
I thought that I could fix it
Like lovers through the war
I hope you're happy with this
Cause there's just no turning back
Unbreak the broken now
Unshoot the gun you shot
Directly to my heart
You aimed and shoot your fire
Writers trying write
That thing we used to have
But they'd be writing in the dark
Cause our story lacks of light
Sunflowers withered now
I decided to keep you in my past
Today for myself I'm standing up
Now I know that you were not the one
Poets trying to write
A story that took place in my heart
From my home I'm in exile
You're not the one who gets to cry
You're not the one who gets to cry
You're not the one who gets to cry