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Silent breakfasts with coffee in the kitchen.

We're suffocated by Twitter and Facebook.

And as the day fades,

We wander to opposite ends of the bed, maybe that's enough?

All this imagery is so out of place.

And someone even pays for love.

As if we were colleagues on staff,

But only the usual "Good morning."

Will you have some tea? Sadness tears us to shreds.

Coffee, and the silence screams so loudly.

Harsh, deafening, as if you were wearing earplugs,

And if this is love, then why does it crush you so?

A draft carries my thoughts away, my actions have become coarse.

In reality, it turns out we've grown cold. You silently wrote "Monday."

A draft carries my thoughts away, my actions have become coarse. In reality, it turned out we'd cooled off. You silently wrote "Monday."

Let's not rehearse family.

Our characters will decide the battle to a draw.

Cool down, I'm not yelling at all.

Calm down, if you want to be mine, then just be.

A love song, not about love. Everything about you, but not you.

Keep this moment for yourself, hold all the warmth in my hand.

And flowers won't help here, words can hardly describe it.

Try, but it's unlikely – you can't rewind life.

Hide and seek around the apartment, we have to admit it.

Soon it will be too late to change anything.

And even though the days are fading, you and I are very familiar with this.

Every Monday, we try again and again

Waking up sleepy in the morning, we try not to become strangers.

A draft carries my thoughts into the cracks, my actions have become coarse.

In reality, it turns out we've cooled off. You silently wrote "Monday."

A draft carries my thoughts into the cracks, my actions have become coarse.

In reality, it turns out we've cooled off. You silently wrote "Monday."

A draft carries my thoughts into the cracks, my actions have become coarse.

In reality, it turns out we've cooled off. You silently wrote "Monday."