
I am a broken melody
I forgot my words
my violin crying the notes
and yet
I was your anthem once
(or not)
did I mistake the symphony
for a requiem

I am a broken melody
I forgot my words
my violin crying the notes
and yet
I was your anthem once
(or not)
did I mistake the symphony
for a requiem
Om op ‘n dag wakker te word en te besef:
I have become everything I never wanted to be.
I died when our hands parted ..
Niks wat ek doen of se of besluit kan dit verander nie.
Ek is dood sonder jou. Dis al.