Et's go back to the days when we loved so much
the days where we'd give up forever to just touch...

Love can't be sang or even said
True love will never end up dead...

Fear in my own childhood
No one was near...

Come here
No one will care...

I call her up
None other than crying...

Sitting in a pew
Thinking about the pain...

Maybe the lies will disapear
Maybe the happiness is somewhere near...

My heart skips a beat
When I know we have to wait another week...

Laugh
Away...

Your eyes are full of shame
You aimed right for pain...

Dreadfully cold
Filthy as mold...

Your pleasures turned into my pain
My body turned into your gain...