You dont love me anymore
but i refuse to hear anything but your lies...

I want brush you lips
i want to taste your skin...

You're in the east
you're in the west...

Ghostly figures
dance around my bedroom...

We lie beneath same sky
but in different parts...

He told me i was beautiful,
he told me i was sweet...

I like, I like gentlemen
rough and tough...

Do i believe in true love?
yes...

Hearts trun to stone
burning up as they wither away in the unknown...

White;
purity...

The knife in the drawer
the blood on the floor...

You crawl to your feet
as a child you experience triumph and defeat...