We wrote the game for the third time
We were doing home runs
You smelled the cigarette scent linger my fingers
And so I woke up with you sleeping
Not noticing my tears creeping
And my dreams disappearing.

I'm damaged
I'm all alone
I know I need help
But I keep that to myself

Here I am, again.
Stuck in the same ride, "friend"
Say you love me.
My bars steel for he,
I'm a child, so naïve.

bodies in harmony
colorful auras disperse
the air we revisit
xylophone stranger

soar the scorching dragon
blue and red
the heart is light
metallic drum

love is it you again?
yeah you up above
or you down below?

stuck in purgatory
with you and my mind
tornadoes build the air

i love you so
the stranger
i call for everything

Smoke fills the air,
we are aware.

As we sit and talk,
the evening stalks.

The subtle sparks,
the night, dark.

The fire is a light,
the black is a fright.

The scorching air crawls my skin,
the darkness lingers, the evil twin.

A side with blazing, red, hot heat waves,
the other side, cold and it misbehaves.

The dissonance, twas' a blissful feel,
and so my mouth kept sealed.

and so my mouth kept sealed,
and my mouth kept sealed.

Empty, cold and bitter the darkness stares at the sitter.
The warm light hits one side of her cheek,
the air is bleak, it lacks, it is weak.

The flame of curiosity, compels her acherontic, gloomy spirit.
Although, facing the bright sight,
she's lingered with the somber lyric.