Whispers keep on hauting me through the city, the stones bringing back memories from my past. Past that every day unveils things i was blinded to see. Kisses like ghosts, dreams like spiders. All gone. Just the simple truth, he was cheating on me. Just the simple truth, I was not enough for him. Now I’ve cried enough for him. April is already cruel, and there is no point in crying for someone who never loved me. I loved him, i guess I still do, but he never loved me, so it is time to move on. No time to cry, no time for heart-ache, no, no time to cry.
I just wish he can see what he wasted, I just wish he can see what he missed. Time to move on, time to move on. There is a world aoutside, a world to be conquered. Fuck mankind, time to live for me and not for others, time to be Sabrina de Lancoir again. Time to ride with the sun and the moon, time to be the most feared name north of the silver river. Time to be a shining violet.
