I don’t get drunk on empty words and filthy flattery,I don’t get drunk on promises the wind takes away,I don’t get drunk on delusions...they have gone to ruin,I don’t stand still countingthe day you left.I embroidered my happinessthe moment the glass broke in my handthe moment I knewthat you would ruin my life.I stood up, I did not fallnor did I shed a tear from my eyesyesterday to the abyssI banished itand once again I shone in lifemorning sunbeams caress meand now the silhouette of your loveso falseleaves no scent upon my body.I might get drunk on love,I might wrap myselfin its sweet sweetness,but never with you,only with the sweetness of the presentthat gives me hopefor tomorrow’s warmth.