I want to cry
i want to puke...

No matter how many times she says it
No matter how many times i see her face...

Lost in the beauty of her face
blinded by the light of her eyes...

Afraid...
of what they'd think...

Empty is how I'd feel
if i didn't have you...

So you think that
what i say is shit...

I'm here in my bed
the blood is coming out...

It's over a month now
over a month of happiness...

Begging for mercy
expecting a miracle...

It's like a fairy tale
the one i live every night...

Watching pretty faces
but being so blind...

You take me
from sorrow to serenity...