Looking through lost items of my past
I found A long lost forgotten treasure...
One stupid mistake
Can end it all...
Our memories still haunt me
like a ghost in the night...
Looking so far away
Cold breeze on this moonlight bay...
A gift of violets for my hearth and home
Her love of gold as mine alone...
It’s not that you are lost
it’s that I am gone...
Remembering that old flame still burns
To see you there makes my heart turn...
To whom would rush a wound from love, with love:
Let take a caution deep where your wound bleeds...
I wanted to tell you that I’m damaged
From my myself, from my past...
Damn
It's over...
She's a wild flower in a summer field
You can't pick her up she cannot yield...
Every time that I’m with you
I regret it the next day...