It feels like magic every time we touch even tho...
Maybe it would be just so easy to pull the trigger...
Love is like a heap of gold,
hard to carry and hard to hold...
I hate that i have to think of what to say to you...
I hate it that i can\'t breathe whenever i see...
I have to scream for the first time,
I keep moving on, and now you're mine...
Every once in a while
someone will come alone...
Gentle melody, soothes my soul,
Adagios lighten the load...
Love like this can never be found
not in the heavens nor in the ground...
Why is it that?
Even when I hate you so...
Staring into your eyes I find,
That I cannot hold your gaze for long...
What is love?
Balancing on a rope...
I put on my makeup, I curl my hair,
But deep down inside, I don't really care...
Love was not invented for your amusement;
You have no right to use it as a game...