In the labyrinth of love, where I give my all,  
Every inch of my soul, each heartbeat a call.  
I love with the fire that burns through my veins,  
Unyielding, unbroken, through joy and through pains.  
But once the truth seeps in like a whisper, so deep,  
That you're not the answer, not the dream I will keep—  
I turn, I sever, I detach and I break,  
For love is a chain that no longer can stake.

I will hurt, I will fall, I will bleed on the floor,  
But each drop of pain teaches me more and more.  
I will suffer, I will weep, and still I will fight,  
Until the day nothing can wound me with might.  
The scars are the testament, each one a story,  
Of giving my heart, then retreating in glory.

You see, when I’ve loved, I've given it all,  
Every piece, every hope, until the last call.  
But once the truth whispers its cold, bitter name,  
I shall never look back, never play that old game.  
For when you were gone, when I needed you near,  
The echo of absence became all too clear.

If in the future, fate pulls you my way,  
Know this, my love, I will not stay.  
For the love I once gave, you let slip through the night,  
And now I stand whole, no longer in plight.  
No looking back to the ruins of before,  
When I loved with my soul, but you asked for more.

Time can never bring back what’s already gone,  
So I will walk forward, and not turn at dawn.  
You taught me the meaning of detachment, my dear—  
Love is a gift, but detachment brings clear.  
And though my heart will always remember you well,  
In the end, it's myself I must forever compel.