Alexithymia

At first when I met him, I was captivated for him That red string that had entwined us never did end I exposed every single fragment of me, all my limbs I strived strenuously to get that red string to rend You whispered to me that your aim was the impeccable one Instead I had to pull the plug I was captivated with my hoarse voice the burnt setting sun The encased ice I wished were snug Do you recall those days when we were friends Then came the those other variables of confusion Remember all those roads with bends With you, it seemed as if everything were an illusion Now I have to let go for it makes me ache I. too late, finally solved that you were a fake