I guess you could say,
that I was lying to myself...
Broken whispers of our decrypted love
Clawing into what was once laying inside...
Yeah!Someone needs evenings,lonely evenings
Why?No answer for this question...
I hate her so bad
she's driving me mad...
Ever symbolic flying dove,
Soars the sky high above...
I'm suddenly weakened by your presence
And my anger turns to hurt...
I've been burning down bridges left and right,
looking for some sympathy beyond these false lies...
Blossoms rustle in the wind
Crocus bright and thistle blue...
Through these dark eyes that no longer smile,
I can see your pain, it's transparent; visible...
Emptiness,
fills within me...
Together we held hands and ran from the sun...
we wanted to have the colour and hope of dawn with...
Once again,
I am alone...