Real

How can I accept your embraces

When our relationship died a premature death?

We did not become real, in this visit to earth;

All we have, can be taken away simply, by a strong wind;

My fate is at the mercy of the woman who is hexing me

Doctors propose that the psychiatric drugs being pumped through me, answer my problem.

Meanwhile, the medication is not helping to reduce you, to a feint memory.