Ceased the thought of autumn brought by you,
And poured my blood in your veins too,
Bringing comfort and hope, that dreams come true,
Mistook that you would like for me that too,
Poison and honey is what i call you,
You are not to blame, i know that too.
It must be hard on you,
But it broke me too,
Fighting a war within me,
Against you, for you.