I found myself at the bottom — that’s wh

I found myself at the bottom — that’s where it’s quietest, And the truth rises to the surface without any extra words. There’s no warmth left in your cold eyes, Only the mask you wore yourself. In bed — strangers’ walls, empty talk, We lay side by side, but each in their own dream. I believed in us until I saw in the darkness: There’s no more love — it died in you. But the bottom isn’t a grave, it’s a starting point, I’ll pull myself out of your swamp. I’ll take flight again, higher than before, Without your promises, without your deceitful worries. I’ll achieve our shared dreams alone, You’ll remain a thing of the past among the ruins. It’s good that fate brought me down to the bottom — There I saw who you really are. Oh, Nuri, Nuri, remember me: My peaks are now without you. It’s good that all this happened at home, Not on foreign roads and in unfamiliar cities. I would have found out about the betrayal too late, When there would be no words left to say. You said, “Forever,” but you looked past me, Hiding the truth behind a steady smile. Now I know the price of a beautiful name — And I won’t be your mistake anymore.