you were like the violin I used to play. to play my own songs I wrote in those days. I let you be next to me as long as you were thinking like me as long as you were thinking, feeling like me.
but the violin began to play its own annoying sounds. they lost their melodies until it sounded like a (lovely) symphony.
I thought that I've lost you but all I've ever lost is the illusion I've ever owned you. I just wanted to help you but I was interfering in your life, I was destroying your life. how can I stand by your side without hurting you again and again.

I just want to help you and I want you to help me. why is it so hard not to hurt anyone and especially you my friend? and what a paradise we could make if we wouldn't make mistakes? but we fall every day.
what a paradise I could make if I would tell you sorry in your face? you were just the little instrument I used to play every day. I thought that the things I did, were right for you like were for me. I fault.