Mausoleum

For you our love was neither strong nor real But I had both wild fears and odd hopes. And now in my soul there's a mausoleum, It's a remembrance of the joy we lost. How can I bury all those golden feelings That you woke up in my heart? Though they died It seems as if they were alive and breathing. How can I write them off? I do not understand. There is a cold and gloomy mausoleum That is inside of me and that is simply me. Let people call me stubborn, odd or silly - For me your fake love oath was like a wedding ring.