When it rains,
you are my umbrella...

If love means hurting,
because the loved is hurt...

When i look into her soul i see,
the brightest angel there can be...

I sailed one day,
at the age of 13...

What is the defenition of love,
is something i ask myself...

Look into my eyes and you shall see the sadness...
the feeling that is found and lost...

How am i supposed to,
smile like i dont care...

I thought you where an angel,
sent from above...

Two households, both alike in status and in pride,
in fair Verona where we start our ride...

What does this make me?
i've broken up with one...

I used to be an angel,
but now the devil in me has shown...

Steal if you must,
slaughter and kill...