White dresses and fluffy skies,
sherlock kisses and scrutinising eyes...

Sunshine on the backroads
reflecting grey and green...

So i believe this is our end of hello,
I can't know in this moment if i will ever let go...

Tell me how you want me dear,
and i swear thats how i will be...

I am walking the same streets that I have stumbled...
but somehow this is different, on the brink of an...

Sometimes it is more peaceful
to create physical pain, to see the blood...

Needles once used for protection,
are drawing themselves closer to my soul...

Planting a sigh, just to fill the silence,
Hoping it will grow, and develop to violence...

Pupils dilated,
your head is fixated...

Fingers clutched between my ribs,
I can feel the chill that is rising...

I can feel them, YOUR EYES
and they're TEARING me up inside...

Buy me some silk and
I will turn it down...