Your dreams burn well with paraffin oil |
I’ll take it as an honor,
If you’ll chose me again.
But the stories of you and me,
Are already retold.
The truth lies like a grater,
Next to my bare skin.
Your dreams burns well,
With paraffin oil,
I know,
Because it’s me,
Who turned your dreams into ashes.
Please, look around you,
This is what we’ve created,
Are you just going to tear it apart?
I can’t fight my sorrow,
‘cause it’s too painful,
Without you,
By my side.
But if we were two,
We would be a little bit,
Less alone.
I know,
You want your revenge.
And I’m still waiting.
For you.
Your feral eyes,
It’s like you’re the bull,
And I’m the matador,
With the red flag.
I want to broke my leash,
And feel the sure taste of freedom.
Please, forgive me
Forgive me.
Your dreams burn well,
With paraffin oil,
I know,
Because it’s me,
Who turned your dreams into ashes.
Just convince yourself,
That’s a gain for every loss you’re get.
Let the unspoken words on your lips be complete,
And spoken.
The zephyr of the night caresses me,
And I know,
It’s only once it’ll do.
Inhume those ideals,
Who kills us,
And never let them see the sun.
If you’re not a copy,
My darling,
Become one.
I know,
I turned your dreams into ashes,
Please forgive me,
Forgive me.
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